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			<title>Frellen</title>
			<description>What is a chance worth?</description>
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			<title>Sawed Farewell</title>
			<description>Ralph the woodman's son, whose mother was killed by a bear and his father mauled by the same monster, lived with his sister, a year older but not much bigger than the lean boy. A half and a quarter between five and six feet, with a share of muscle strong but not bulk. His body neither outmatched nor..</description>
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			<title>Will it Surprise You?</title>
			<description>A dark rant spawned in the heat of the moment. </description>
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			<title>Sold</title>
			<description>I was shivering, my bare feet stepping forward carefully on the cold stage. In the dark audience, I could feel the critical stares of the auctioneers and I kept my eyes down while they murmured impatiently. Then I heard footsteps and I tensed while the audience quieted. I did not have to look to kno..</description>
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			<title>Kevin</title>
			<description>Warning: graphic sex. Read at your own risk. </description>
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			<title>V</title>
			<description>The streets of England glowed eerily in the light of the half-moon. Cobblestone streets glistened with the moisture of the low fog which crawled between the heavyset brick buildings and concealed shadows. Rachel creeped along the edge of the wall, her nervous fingers feeling their way down the alley..</description>
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			<title>The Stranger</title>
			<description>My grunt of surprise was immediately silenced by a moist cloth which was clamped firmly over my nose and mouth. Knowing it had to be chloroform, I pretended to breathe in the chemical and slumped slightly in the man's hold. When he relaxed, I stomped hard on his foot and streaked down the alleyway t..</description>
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