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			<title>Move</title>
			<description>When I realized she moved me.</description>
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			<description>You're stronger than you know.</description>
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			<title>The Damned Good-Chapter Three</title>
			<description>3		 &amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;ve done it countless times since and still it is only conceivable because there is no refuting the proof. &amp;nbsp;The sky is blue. &amp;nbsp;Water is wet. &amp;nbsp;Pain hurts. &amp;nbsp;Sugar is sweet. &amp;nbsp;Journey is phenomenal. &amp;nbsp;So many things, mundane or otherwise, by science or logic ..</description>
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			<title>The Damned Good-Chapter Two</title>
			<description>2	Sherlock was barking at me.	I opened my eyes and blinked. &amp;nbsp;It was morning. &amp;nbsp;Everything was so woolly and bright. &amp;nbsp;I thought briefly that I left my contacts in but my eyes didn&amp;rsquo;t burn. &amp;nbsp;Even when I wasn&amp;rsquo;t always in the most equitable condition, I somehow managed to b..</description>
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			<title>The Damned Good-Chapter One</title>
			<description>1	Roland wasn't always my friend. &amp;nbsp;I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have thought it possible. &amp;nbsp;We were so very different. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m not exactly shallow or so quick to pass judgment, and I&amp;rsquo;m not referring to some kind of social standard. &amp;nbsp;Roland was simply an outsider. &amp;nbsp;Friendship was..</description>
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			<title>The Damned Good</title>
			<description>Forced to roam between worlds as a ghost, Chloe struggles to balance the meaning of life with the help of a jaded werewolf and his team of eccentric monsters with a conscious.</description>
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