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			<title>The Day the Monster Shattered</title>
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			<title>[Untitled]</title>
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			<title>Change - 1</title>
			<description>Chapter 1- Blood Scent, Part IShe screamed, horrified and obliviously angry as I approached her carefully. Warm, salted tears rained down her face uncontrollably. Somehow, she had figured out something about what I am. She had seen me. But doing what to prove her crazy thoughts? I didn&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<title>Change - 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2- blood scent, part iiI wasn&amp;rsquo;t supposed to be attracted to something like this.It was like the scent called for me. This new attraction confused me. I didn&amp;rsquo;t mention it to Azami or Kinta even thought they might&amp;rsquo;ve known what it was. I wanted to follow it and find out..</description>
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			<title>Change</title>
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			<title>1 - Rue</title>
			<description>It's strange, waking up one morning and feeling like something different is going to happen. Your eyes open and the world suddenly feels...distant, unusual. Foreign. You brush it off, coming up with some vague excuse as to why you feel that way. Maybe you're starting to get sick or you've got someth..</description>
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			<title>A Foreign Point of View</title>
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			<title>Uh..</title>
			<description>Ok, so I thought he was a freak at first. And? YOU would too. YOU would've tried to stay calm. YOU would've tried to run or something. YOU never would've done what I did. That would probably be the smartest thing that you could do. Acting the opposite way I did--the exact opposite. </description>
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			<title>Vivi e Lascia Vivere: The Other Story</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;#9556;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9552;&amp;#9559;&amp;Rho;&amp;#1103;o&amp;#8467;o&amp;#609;&amp;#1108; &amp;#9729; V&amp;iota;v&amp;iota; &amp;#1108; &amp;#8467;asc&amp;iota;a V&amp;iota;v&amp;#1108;&amp;#1103;&amp;#1108;&amp;#9562;&amp;#955..</description>
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			<title>M-M</title>
			<description>Mondo di Mostro[Monster World]&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Caine! Caine, why the hell are you sleeping? Get off your lazy a*s! We got a job to do!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Apparently, I was whispering when I thought I'd been yelling since Caine was still passed out on the couch, half on, half off, and hadn't moved a m..</description>
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			<title>M</title>
			<description>-Il Giorno Che Il Mostro Ha Frantumato-[The Day The Monster Shattered]&amp;nbsp;&amp;euro; A world where humans live alongside monsters, accepting and opposing. These are true monsters, the ones that stories are told about with how vicious and scary they are, and how they'll eat you if you misbehave. ..</description>
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			<title>Different story</title>
			<description>The New York TimesMONSTERS&amp;nbsp;ENTER&amp;nbsp;SOCIETY&amp;nbsp;AS&amp;nbsp;CIVILIANS Supreme Court Turns Frankenstein Project Case In Favor Of Monsters&amp;nbsp;-The Frankenstein Project-Brief notes&amp;euro; Scientists in Germany create a monster, or golem, giving it life and teaching it to have human-lik..</description>
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			<title>1- To Remember</title>
			<description>A little turtle memory.</description>
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			<title>The Beauty of What I Forget</title>
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