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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Corraine stared at the alarm as the chirping continued while signaling in a soft blue that it was 6 am. She shifted her weight to get up out of the bed shoving the long red strands past her features. A small groan escaped her lips while she stood up exposing her slender yet built figure. A thin whit..</description>
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			<description>Detective Morgan wasn't sure what was going on in his home town, but he does know it all started when Corraine moved here. He was sure going to find out why, no matter what it takes. </description>
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			<title>New beginning </title>
			<description>Annie looked around once off the bus; she had finally arrived to Everbell, Alabama. She cringed as she noticed how rural the area was. Annie sighed as she shifted the bag on her shoulder which was still sore from the ride. She was safe here away from Jared and that's what mattered. He wouldn't be lo..</description>
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			<title>Runaway</title>
			<description>Annie grabbed her things quickly shoving them into her luggage bag. She scrambled making sure to grab her basic necessities. She didn't have long before Jared got off of work from the club and returned home. She glanced at the clock as it read 4:35. Sliding on her shoes Annie grabbed the bags and wa..</description>
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			<title>Whispered Memories</title>
			<description>Annie was only wanting to escape the past she had left behind in New York in old fashion Alabama. The last thing she needs is this hot rod of a sheriff Damien poking at her closed doors. </description>
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