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			<title>Chapter 5- The Research</title>
			<description>Rose sat completely still, staring at me, confusion and worry etched into her face. &amp;ldquo;H-how d-do you know...&amp;rdquo; She stuttered, trailing off as she zoned out over my shoulder.&amp;ldquo;If I&amp;rsquo;m not mistaken, we had the same dream, because we have the same tattoo thing, and you look pretty s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4- The Dream</title>
			<description>The smell of rotting flesh fills my nostrils. Dead leaves crunch and slide under my feet. I look down to try and keep my footing on the slippery surface, but the fog is so thick I can&amp;rsquo;t see past my knees. I stumble and my hand shoots out to the nearest tree to steady me, but instead of hitting..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3- Homemade Garlic Bread</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Hey sleepy, we&amp;rsquo;re home. Are you ok?&amp;rdquo;I slowly opened my eyes to see Rose standing in the seat in front of me, her arms dangling in front of me. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t until I leaned forward and my shirt stuck to the seat, that I realised I was sweating. Rose&amp;rsquo;s eye brows were knitted..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2- Confessions</title>
			<description>Mrs. Crowley never sat down with a student like this. She always stood or sat at her desk, she was always professional and held herself with great confidence. But as I looked at her now, her carefully constructed facade crumbled. She looked exhausted and had dark bags under her eyes. She removed her..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1- Waking Up</title>
			<description>&quot;Wake up, please...&quot;A small hand fluttered over my cheek. I grunted and squeezed my eyes tightly before prying them open. I was greeted by a small face, complete with a shimmering pair of silver eyes, a tiny white nose, a wide toothy smile framed by little pink lips, and a messy crop of light blond ..</description>
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			<title>The Forgotten Boy</title>
			<description>When Aaron's dad walked out on his pregnant mother, the family fell apart, leaving Aaron feeling abandoned and forgotten. Soon, Aaron learns he can control his nightmares, and soon, his everyday life.</description>
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