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			<title>Chapter Three~</title>
			<description>Jules opened her eyes three days later, stuck with the same knowledge that she had at the start. Her name, her brother's name, and Shay, the guy who&amp;nbsp;plucked her up from under a car and brought her to safety. Safety was selective, though, considering that there were probably thousands of disease..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two~</title>
			<description>He couldn't get her out of his mind. Her face, her eyes, the very depths of her soul that were in pieces. Or, at least, that's what Shay assumed a day later when her mind decided to wake up from whatever drug-induced haze that she was forced into. He couldn't muster the strength to take his eyes off..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One~</title>
			<description>He hovered over her bed. His hands clenched thefabric under his crossed arms. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t get the image out of his head,finding her beneath the car. Dead. He knew that she wasn&amp;rsquo;t dead&amp;#2013266048;&quot;he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t bethere if she was&amp;#2013266048;&quot;but she looked thepart. Her e..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&quot;See you tomorrow, Jules!&quot; Margaret called from the storage room as Julia Preston closed the store's cash register for the final time that day. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Don't work too late.&quot; Jules replied, peeping her head around the corner. Margaret was perched in the middle of a pile of price tags and hangers, her ..</description>
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			<title>Without</title>
			<description>Everything seems fine. But isn't that always how it starts? Unexpected, unknown events causing your life to change in the blink of an eye.

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