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			<title>Treason</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;P...&amp;ldquo; The man&amp;rsquo;s voice quivered in awe and confusion. &amp;ldquo;Prince Jae?&amp;rdquo;
	Jae held up a trembling finger and tried for a friendly smile that split his head in two. &amp;ldquo;That would be me.&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<title>Alphas</title>
			<description>When she did look back, the Czarina had stepped aside from the door, a hand outstretched to invite her in. &amp;ldquo;Unless you&amp;rsquo;re going to deny your brother committed treason on my soil?&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<title>Pinnochio</title>
			<description>Pinocchio&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stood outside of my old orphanage, my suitcase packed and readybeside me. Icy needles of cold stabbed through my clothes and into my skin,adding to the growing frost I already felt i..</description>
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			<title>I'm So Hot</title>
			<description>&quot;I am incredibly hot,&quot; Sahara said, heaving a sigh as she waved a magazine in front of her face.</description>
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