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			<title>Once a Maiden...</title>
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			<title>Five</title>
			<description>	--------Kaylee	I stared at Clark for a while as he stared at his fifth cup of coffee that I'd given him right as he ended his tale. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't completely sure what I should say, if anything at all. &amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;pat on the back was completely out of the question. &amp;nbsp;I really wasn't the best w..</description>
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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>	--------Clark	When I was in second grade--seven years old-- I got into my first fist fight. &amp;nbsp;I never thought I would have to fight somebody. &amp;nbsp;Well, not in school anyways. &amp;nbsp;After I graduated from high school, I could see me getting into a few physical arguments. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I figu..</description>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>	&quot;Kay,&quot; she said. &amp;nbsp;&quot;I know you're probably scared right now.&quot;	Scared?&amp;nbsp; I didn't even realize how badly I'd started shaking and how little I could breathe.	&quot;But I need to ask you a favor.&quot;	If anything, I thought she was going to tell me to call the police. &amp;nbsp;But her next statement were ..</description>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>	After I got home, I shut and locked the front door. &amp;nbsp;My parents were already up in bed, Jason was probably sleeping at a friend's house, and I would be sleeping in my room soon enough, too. &amp;nbsp;I turned off all of the downstairs lights and made my way up to the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;I grabbed a to..</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>	Sometimes my job isn't so difficult. &amp;nbsp;Other times, I don't know how I haven't died of it yet. &amp;nbsp;Being a waitress really isn't a bad job... until you get the perverts that come in and won't stop howling and whistling at you. &amp;nbsp;That's when it just gets plain annoying.	&quot;And I can't even t..</description>
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			<title>I Can't Love a Criminal</title>
			<description>Kaylee Rosemary Conrad was always a fairly innocent teenager that never stuck out of the crowd.  So why would she get kidnapped by the United States of America's most wanted criminals?</description>
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