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			<title>Snickers the Cat</title>
			<description>2014</description>
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			<title>Little Bits</title>
			<description>A few small pieces of different things I've written recently.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Laying on the old and weathered bed was her father. The man who appeared to be no more than over sixty had a face contorted in pain and sweat covering his furrowed brows. He could feel a gentle touch brush across his heated forehead, and weakly he pried open his eyelids to look up towards his daught..</description>
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			<title>The Bonds of Nature</title>
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			<title>Anxiety</title>
			<description>As I walk down the halls that don't require more than five people, my eyes nervously glance about with each movement that they happen to catch. My hands clutch at the books that I hold in my arms, the edges digging into my stomach. With clammy fingers that struggle to get a good grip on them all, I ..</description>
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			<title>Chatper 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The next morning, Eliana was awoken by the sound of Adimar's persisting barks outside her window.&amp;nbsp;What..?&amp;nbsp;She questioned herself with a soft, tired groan. Saturday's weren't always her favorite days, but it was nice to sleep in occasionally. &quot;Hold on..&quot; She sighed to herself in a mur..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Where the fall begins.</description>
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			<title>Falling For You</title>
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