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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>The next day the door bell rang.The doorbell never rang. At leastnot for me. But now that Benjamin was in the house I supposed we would get afew more visors than we used to. I could tell Benjamin was annoyedby the interruption. He was standing on a ladder awkwardly attempting to ha..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Once my mother was taken away my mind went into shut downmode again. It now not only had to deal with being a ghost but an orphan aswell. All my life I sought solitude and now I was absolutely alone and itterrified me. Like my soul, the house was also left abandoned and itremained em..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The dayI woke up as a ghost I did not immediately realize I was dead.&amp;nbsp; I simply got up feeling as though my wholebody was numb and tingling. Immediately I realized it was getting pretty latein the day. The usual lightshow that greeted me as I woke in the morning hadmoved on overhead..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Someone once wrote, &amp;ldquo;In this world nothing can be said to be certain,except death and taxes.&amp;rdquo; I wouldhave to disagree. While taxes may promise permanency&amp;hellip;I&amp;rsquo;ve learned death sometimesdoes not. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Haunted</title>
			<description>in 1958 Cecilia Stone woke up and realized she was dead. For 60 years she haunted her house, completely alone and isolated. That was until a stranger moved and changed everything.</description>
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			<title>The Note </title>
			<description>The somewhat funny story about the earliest turning point of my life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StevieLee/1317370/</link>
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			<title>Haunted- Draft test run</title>
			<description>This is a rough opening chapters to a ghost/romance I have started to write. I have read and re read it so many times I no longer have an objective view on it so I cant tell if it is any good. </description>
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