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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>When it rains, itpours. Rois had always thought she knew what it meant, but needless to say, shedidn&amp;rsquo;t have a clue. Honestly, she had never really thought about what it was itmeant, until just now. This moment, this exact moment, sitting on top of aTracker Mower, cutting her father..</description>
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			<title>Playing With Fiction</title>
			<description>A small town, New Jersey, teenage writer is caught in a sticky web of social, economical, and emotional battery coupled with her fathers wrongful imprisonment. </description>
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			<title>I can't cant. </title>
			<description>Just some word play.</description>
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			<title>Fatality</title>
			<description>Clocks Tick Tick Tick awayMore and more every daySlowly slowly without a careSoftly softly like rabbits hareTaking time without vanityTaking all with my sanityClocks are tickingTicking TickingI can&amp;rsquo;t stop them Taking TakingI just watchI just Listen and they tick on Tolling till my time is gone..</description>
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