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			<title>A Circus in The Woods </title>
			<description>&quot;Greg, hustle up its almost time to leave.&quot; My father called from outside as he packed the last of our camping gear in the back of his truck parked out front of the house. &quot;Hold on, I'm almost done. I just have to grab something.&quot; I shouted from my window in reply. I feel absoluetly dreadful about t..</description>
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			<title>A Run Into Darkness</title>
			<description>story on a run away kid</description>
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			<title>The madness </title>
			<description>A girl can't find anyone or anything in a hospital her mother ran her to. She claims to be one with her mind but really is this true when she can only hear people around her but can never find them? </description>
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