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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>It was well past midnight when they arrived at Vic&amp;rsquo;s house. Itwas small and secluded, surrounded by oak trees. The faded blue paint waschipping badly and the windows needed to be updated but it was a cute littlehouse, she thought. It had a lot of the London &amp;ldquo;charm.&amp;rdquo;Vic ma..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>The first thought thatregistered in Ashton&amp;rsquo;s mind was that he must have been in a basement. It wascold, and smelled dank and musty. The only light came from a single naked bulbin the middle of the ceiling, casting dark shadows in the corners of the room.&amp;ldquo;Finally decide to grace..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Vic had instructed her towait for him in the lobby. Neon was gone when she got back, thank God. That kidhad problems. She also didn&amp;rsquo;t feel like discussing her strange memory loss withhim; he&amp;rsquo;d probably blame it on her lack of tentacles or something.A few minutes went by andVi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Honk! Honk! Hooonk!&amp;nbsp;Carterbolted up but immediately laid back down as nausea hit her like a tsunami. Herhead felt thick and fuzzy, and she clutched it in her hands to stop thepounding.&amp;nbsp;HONK!&amp;nbsp;She really wished they&amp;rsquo;d lay off the horn. Thepounding was getting worse, making..</description>
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			<title>Zip Tie</title>
			<description>Read it and find out.</description>
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