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			<title>2</title>
			<description>Will pretends to be Ana's date. </description>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>Ana is stood up by her boyfriend. </description>
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			<title>Late </title>
			<description>Ana's boyfriend stood her up and Will is the kind stranger who pretends to be her late date. </description>
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			<title>Chapter Three - Escaping to the Sea </title>
			<description>Ara and Matt escape. </description>
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			<title>Chapter Two - The Ball </title>
			<description>Chapter Two - The Ball	The sun was sinking low on the horizon, melting into the dusky evening as all of Nat&amp;iuml;a came alive with the flickering of lanterns. I had spent much of the evening before and today in my room, seething over rage I felt against my Aunt. I couldn't escape the screams of thos..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One - The Burning </title>
			<description>Ten Years Later	Pink and gold light glitters on the endless horizon of sea and sky, an encrusted crown on the city. The faint chatter of awakening souls and gulls drift on the breeze and gently brush against the rising dawn, coaxing it out of slumber.&amp;nbsp;	I stand on the balcony, lost in the nightm..</description>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>Prologue:	The meadow is warm and a breeze whips through the trees and grass, stealing the sweet fragrance of the blossoms in a single breath. &amp;nbsp;The sun is still low in the morning sky, swept like star dust with blushes of orange and pink against the dusty purple dawn. I wade through the grass an..</description>
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			<title>Black Bird's Full Moon</title>
			<description>short, simple story I came up </description>
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			<title>Practical Strangers</title>
			<description>Arabella is a Princess, and maybe the last hope to the kingdom as her Aunt rules with fear and cruelty. Matt is a traitor to the crown. What will happen when fate and magic align? </description>
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