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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Chapter Two&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Wesley liked hanging out in his room on Saturdays. He liked the quiet of when he was by himself. It gave him time to think about anything. At the moment he was sitting at his laptop looking up information for a report due next Thursday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Some of his bro..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Chapter OnePresent daySamantha felt a stab of pain run up her leg. Another wound. She had to find cover. Sami hefted up her gun, as if to protect herself. She ran to the nearest tree and straightened her back against the trunk. She was out of breath and out of options. She willed herself to calm dow..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PrologueTwo years agoJason slowly opened the door and looked in. A thin small man was sitting behind a desk at the far end of the room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Ah! Jason! Come in!&quot; the man said from behind the desk.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jason Wolfe walked in casually. The room was small and white. Too white..</description>
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			<title>My Random day</title>
			<description>I wrote this one day when I was bored</description>
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			<title>Samantha Brown Chronicals</title>
			<description>A seventeen year old mercenary and her life</description>
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