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			<title>in The end</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There once was a mother who toldHer four boys on a night very coldTo live life to the fullest;&amp;ldquo;The very very fullest&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Forty years later, there once was a man who set sailTo wildsome lands like Antarctica and IndiaHe wrote back to his brothers by mail,&amp;ldquo;I..</description>
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			<title>Mike Newman</title>
			<description>Mike ends up in the hospital and meets new friends. Little does he know that his friends are less willing to let him go than he thinks</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sassafras/477058/</link>
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			<title>the end</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Conrad, can you tell us more about Summer Collins?&amp;rdquo; she said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;She was so nice. She was one of my best friends.&amp;rdquo; He shrugged lifelessly, &amp;ldquo;whatever she did, it doesn&amp;rsquo;t sound..</description>
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			<title>end 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Conrad, can you tell us more about Summer Collins?&amp;rdquo; she said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;She was so nice. She was one of my best friends.&amp;rdquo; He shrugged lifelessly, &amp;ldquo;whatever she did, it doesn&amp;rsquo;t sound l..</description>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden? And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden:But of the fruit of..</description>
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			<title>end</title>
			<description>summer kills her family for no reason 
???</description>
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			<title>Lilith</title>
			<description>Summer</description>
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