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			<title>Complications</title>
			<description>Lei is just a toddler trying to fit in. What happens when a mysterious teenage vampire takes him to his camp? </description>
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			<title>Stuck In The Middle</title>
			<description>What would you do if you were a vampire and a werewolf, but did not fit into a clan or pack?</description>
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			<title>Funeral</title>
			<description>Ebony's head dropped into her hands as they went through pictures of her grandmother. &quot;Mom I can't do this. Why did grandma have to die? I am not ready to leave her! It's not fair,&quot; Ebony said to her mother. Tireka looked at Ebony with anger, then her look softened. &quot;Ebony, no one can control when G..</description>
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			<title>Follow The Rose Petals</title>
			<description>Ebony's grandmother died and when she goes to leave the funeral home she spots a red rose petal in the doorway. Since then she has seen them every where. Where are they leading her?</description>
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			<title>My Sin</title>
			<description>I'm dead insideMy heart's been broken and shatteredMy body's been cut and tornI'm numbNumb to painNumb to emotionAnd numb to my surroundingsIt's a sin, I knowBut it wouldn't be my firstAnd won't be my lastMy sin can not be forgivenMy soul can not be cleansedI've been hurtAn..</description>
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			<title>White Ice</title>
			<description>This is Script One out of the series I am writing.
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