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			<title>The white tree</title>
			<description>Chris began to question the wisdom of this trip as he walked along the ridgeline. He and a few of his high school friends had decided to go on a treasure hunt up on Rocky Mountain. The area was full of deer and small game,&amp;nbsp; and they were at the the very top of the ridge trail. Chris looked ov..</description>
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			<title>The Beast</title>
			<description>Loretta and Mick drove down the highway in a beat up van. The snow was pounding at the front window and on the roof of the van. Loretta's hands were clenched on the the steering wheel even though it snowed a lot were she lived, but this was one of the worst snowstorms she had been in. The windshield..</description>
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			<title>The Window</title>
			<description>I woke up in the middle of the night, a slight tapping sound, coming from one of my windows. I flipped off the sheets, and sat up getting into my slippers. Walking over to the window and looked out into the blizzard, snow whirled around the trees and the house. &amp;ldquo;ah just the wind.&amp;rdquo; I mutt..</description>
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