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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A Plain SummerChapter One&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The streets of New York were already abuzz with pedestrians at an early hour on a Friday morning. As always, it was difficult to maneuver between the masses, many of whom were not in the mood to b..</description>
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			<title>A Plain Summer</title>
			<description>In order to graduate, Whitney needs to write a thesis and chooses to write about the Amish culture. While researching, Whitney meets someone special, Connor. She knows nothing can come from a relationship with him, but her heart tells her different.</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter One&amp;nbsp;October 9, 1953&amp;nbsp;My Daddy always said our problems started on the day I was born. Of course, Momma would pull me aside and tell me that it wasn&amp;rsquo;t true, that Daddy had been drinking and he didn&amp;rsquo;t know what he was talking about. But as I sat in the back..</description>
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			<title>Small Mercies</title>
			<description>Rural South, 1953 - where racism abounds and the poor only get poorer. After tragedy strikes, Briar is willed a strange object that holds the secret to her dark and painfl past.</description>
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