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			<title>The Mystery Girl</title>
			<description>Here stands a mystery girlWith her color washed awayHer face shows no featuresFor they have all worn awayFrom the sacrifices she has madeHere stands a mystery girlIn a cold and dessert roomIts walls and floor are white like snowThat falls in the afternoonHere is a mystery girlHer fingers clench a bu..</description>
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			<title>The Blackout</title>
			<description>A single heartbeat is able to change your life's perspective from right-side up to upside down. You just never know when something along the the lines of fear will strike. I know that now, because I was completely oblivious until it hit me upside the head.&amp;nbsp; </description>
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			<title>Forgotten</title>
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			<title>Time to Panic</title>
			<description>Just a short preview of the next book that is coming up soon:) Enjoy!</description>
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			<title>Cheating Death in a Game of Chess</title>
			<description>It kicked off quickly before I even knew it had begun. I stood in a blazing inferno. Ashes blew in what was a hot blazing wind. Coals smoked beneath where I was standing. The collapsing house was easy to compare with the word death. Everything was falling around me in flames, yet I felt no pain. The..</description>
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			<title>Misfits</title>
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