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			<description>Stumbling and tripping over the entwined undergrowth, her sore and blistered feet seemed to have a mind of their own; somehow finding a way through the sodden earth and entangled roots. She could feel the dirt seeping through her trainers, weighing her down more with each desperate step. The boggy e..</description>
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			<title>Intro to Maybe a Chapter</title>
			<description>Stumbling and tripping over the entwined undergrowth, hersore and blistered feet seemed to have a mind of their own; somehow finding away through the sodden earth and entangled roots. She could feel the dirtseeping through her trainers, weighing her down more with each desperate step.The bog..</description>
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			<description>She sat there, indulging in a well deserved drink. She hadn't drunk in six months, it was all going well, and then she felt the urge. The uncontrollable urge. It was like a switch had gone off in her brain saying she had to drink, just to dull the everlasting agony that were her thoughts. The swirli..</description>
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			<title>Then.</title>
			<description>Don't you think it's funny, that if we'd have made one different mistake, taken one different chance, walked down a different street, our lives could be completely different? We could be millionaires, married to our soul mate, or something terrible could've happened to us. The road we have all taken..</description>
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			<title>Annabelle</title>
			<description>Annabelle could feel the shadows inhabiting her fragile and weak body again, she shook with fear as everything began to crumple around her. She sobbed and screamed at the pain that was inside of her but it would not leave. She'd had enough of fighting now, so many years of bewildering distress and h..</description>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>Stephanie waltzed into the newest jazz club in town with an air of sensibility about her. She thought she would have a pleasant, classy evening socialising with her girlfriends. Her auburn hair bounced freely around her shoulders, she felt the euphoria wash over her. Everybody was moving to the soft..</description>
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