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		<description>The original writings of author Mina3</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>With blue eyes that reminded me so much of the ocean, I remember being with him and feeling &amp;ldquo;alive&amp;rdquo;. Even after two months, the memory of his touch and kisses are still fresh in my mind. Every night I see his face before closing my eyes, wishing he was still with me.&amp;nbsp;I couldn&amp;rs..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Tears from the Moon&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t think we should continue being together,&amp;ldquo; he said calmly.&amp;ldquo;What did you just say?&amp;rdquo; I asked surprised and not believing what I had just heard.&amp;ldquo;I said, I don&amp;rsquo;t think we should be together anymore, it&amp;rsquo;s not fair for you,&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>Tears from the Moon</title>
			<description>When good and evil are no longer what the seem, one has to question their aligience, especially when the devil wants you as his.</description>
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