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			<title>Across the Bay</title>
			<description>The&amp;nbsp;old&amp;nbsp;grandfather&amp;nbsp;clock&amp;nbsp;chimed&amp;nbsp;3:00pm&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;Sam&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;stopped&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;bar&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;pick&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;Sam's&amp;nbsp;car.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sam&amp;nbsp;went&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;check&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;Shayla&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;s..</description>
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			<title>Thurston Bay</title>
			<description>Veronica&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;awoken&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;next&amp;nbsp;day&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;bunch&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;clanking&amp;nbsp;and banging sounds.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once&amp;nbsp;awake&amp;nbsp;and alert she investigated what or who made these sounds. She was relieved to find that it was just a couple of teenagers who had decided..</description>
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			<title>The Commissioner</title>
			<description>It&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;almost&amp;nbsp;noon&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;finally&amp;nbsp;awoke&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;drunken slumber.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;looked&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;for almost an eternity, it seemed, before I realized&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;should&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Cindy's Pub</title>
			<description>By&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;Veronica&amp;nbsp;arrived&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;warehouse&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;sun&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;begun&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;break&amp;nbsp;over&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;horizon. She&amp;nbsp;turned&amp;nbsp;off&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;headlights,&amp;nbsp;killed&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;engine,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;let&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;ca..</description>
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			<title>Unreality</title>
			<description>Veronica&amp;nbsp;ran&amp;nbsp;quickly&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;scene,&amp;nbsp;hoping&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;amnesia strike her memory by dawn. The rain poured on mercilessly as she hurried down alleyways to the abandoned industrial park near the train tracks&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;southeast&amp;nbsp;part&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Langsey (working title)</title>
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