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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>                 Chapter 1It was late. Or rather I was late. Speeding down the darkened roads of the empty streets in my red Ford Probe. My father said I had to be home by twelve. I glance over at the dash where the time admitted a barely visible glow . It was 12:08. I sigh and run my hand throu..</description>
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			<title>The Guardian</title>
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