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			<title>Quietly Phenominal </title>
			<description>Who are you?</description>
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			<title>Chapter two</title>
			<description>Jesse found himself at a house partyheld by Stan Price, the following weekend. And he was bored. Thepeople were boring - nothing new. It was around 1am when he startedto wish he had just spent Friday night at home. He was bored, soberand alone. He was surrounded by a group of girls, but he f..</description>
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			<title>Chapter one</title>
			<description>The first timeJesse laid eyes on Thea was thirteen months ago, stood in the line tocollect schedules for the new term. She wasn't pretty.Not in a conventional way, anyway. That's what he first noticed. Herlight hair was tied up out of her face and she had writing scrawledover her h..</description>
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			<title>Foreword</title>
			<description>He saw her incolours that didn't exist. It drove him crazy.She did this thingwhere she would talk at the top of her voice without even realizingit. You would always hear her before you saw her. And when you didhear her, she was almost always talking about some political bullshitthat ..</description>
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			<title>A Painting</title>
			<description>He saw her in colours that didn't exist. It drove him insane. Her laugh, her voice. 
But it was Thea Arundale. And someone like Jesse Hale wasn't supposed to stare at her.
He just couldn't help it.</description>
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