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		<description>The original writings of author tashavoase</description>
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			<title>Chapter Twenty-two</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I locate the gym inthe building and so I spend the next morning in the gym, running on thetreadmill until I feel as though I&amp;rsquo;m going to drop dead from exhaustion. Ameliaworks out beside me, her thin frame pumping away as she attempts to keep upwith the high speed of the tread..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Twenty-one</title>
			<description>At 8:30, I make my way to West Mews. I leave Amelia in theapartment, telling her not to answer the door under any circumstances. I dressmyself simply and stylishly. No lavish jewels for me today; I am allrespectability today. I ask the driver to drop me off at the long driveway. It&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Twenty</title>
			<description>I spend the rest of the day running through my apartment,trying everything. The bath has a thousand different options and I switch eachof them on in turn until I&amp;rsquo;m lying in a large, foam-filled, rose-scentedswimming pool sized bath having my back pummelled by several different jets o..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eighteen</title>
			<description>I flirt the night away, ignoring Charles&amp;rsquo; glowering looks.He will understand. I have decided that, in the absence of any decentinstructions, I will flirt my way into power. It&amp;rsquo;s a trick as old as the hills;the history books are filled with stories of ancient queens who have fli..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seventeen</title>
			<description>I skip breakfast the next day and take Amore out for a rideacross my estate. It&amp;rsquo;s bizarre knowing that every blade of grass, everydandelion, every fallen leaf, belongs to me. I&amp;rsquo;ve had a penny to my name forthe past couple of years and now I have a huge mining fortune and a larg..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Sixteen</title>
			<description>I wake up at the crack of dawn and begin to dress. I make myway down to the kitchens, knowing that the people there will have risen earlyto prepare breakfast for everyone. I beg a warm roll off one of the kitchenstaff before making my way to the entrance hall where Brad, the man whoescor..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Fifteen</title>
			<description>I spend Saturday morning by the lake. Eddie had already lefthis bed when I crept out of the dormitory and, the cowardly part of me rejoicesin this fact. However, I know that I will have to face both Charles and Eddieagain at some point. I don&amp;rsquo;t feel like going for a ride so instead I..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Fourteen</title>
			<description>The next few days pass in a blur of endless lessons andtears. I avoid everyone else; they assume that I&amp;rsquo;m overcome with grief but, inreality, I am too cowardly to face Scarlett&amp;rsquo;s tear-stained face. Yes, it iscowardly and I am not proud of it but, for some inexplicable reason, I..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Thirteen</title>
			<description>I do not talk throughout dinner. The others glance at myimpassive face as I slide into a spot and help myself to fish and chips. I keepmy head down, ignoring Poppy&amp;rsquo;s concerned stare. I shovel the battered fish intomy mouth, ignoring the burns it leaves on my tongue. For once, I do no..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Twelve</title>
			<description>When I start getting up, it occurs to me that, I don&amp;rsquo;t knowwhere I&amp;rsquo;m supposed to go next. I mean, &amp;lsquo;training&amp;rsquo; isn&amp;rsquo;t exactlyself-explanatory, is it? However, when I&amp;rsquo;m about to give ask Eddie where I&amp;rsquo;msupposed to go for &amp;lsquo;training&amp;rsquo;, Julie f..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eleven</title>
			<description>Elizabeth discovers the village she used to live in</description>
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			<title>Chapter Ten</title>
			<description>Rebecca is told to kill her friend</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine</title>
			<description>A relatively short chapter in which it is announced that there is to be a ball</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
			<description>Rebecca comes to terms with what she's being trained to do.</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>Rebecca makes an enemy and spends the night in the dorm</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>Rebecca learns how to shoot, meets some friends and moves into the communal dorm</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>Rebecca begins to find out more about why her family was killed</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>This chapter is about Rebecca's (now Elizabeth) first day at The Cottage</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>This is the makeover scene</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>This is the chapter i which Rebecca arrives at her new home.</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>This is where Rebecca first meets another of the main characters, Charles whilst leaving the hovel which she has been staying in.</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>This part is set five years before the novel. Rebecca's family has been killed by the rebel army.</description>
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			<title>Still deciding on the title- suggestions welcome</title>
			<description>It's a book which is set in the future although not as far into the future as the Hunger Games. At the moment, I plan to write four books. It's set after a rebel army has swept through England.       </description>
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