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		<description>The original writings of author Sadie</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The dreaded day came too quickly: I was meeting the demon child, and (bonus points) getting on my first plane ride, for eight hours. All expenses for the child were covered, yet I didn&amp;rsquo;t even know the her name. Liz was going crazy, for she had been without a joint for a couple ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;You must be crazy.&amp;rdquo;	&amp;ldquo;You want me? I cant take care of a kid for six months! I can barely take care of myself! You&amp;rsquo;ve seen my apartment. Plus, isn&amp;rsquo;t that a little irresponsible to be dumping your child on me while you traipse around on your book tour?..</description>
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			<title>Have Spatula; Will Travel </title>
			<description>A 6-month expedition in Europe with all of your kitchen mates, all expenses covered, and a chance at winning big in a high-stakes cooking competition. But there's a catch...</description>
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			<title>Lost, Yet Found</title>
			<description>	Six months. Six horrible months since his beautiful Elle passed away. She was half of him- no, all of him. He lived, ate, and slept for her. Damn cancer, it took her dignity first, then her body. That was the worst, watch her fade away. People say you don't miss people until their gone. It's not tr..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	&quot;664, 665... 666 Down Street!&quot; I call to the back seat. Cass sulks, propping her sunglasses up on her head and gazing out the window.. 'Now, we're 666B, on the the second floor. The landlady's out shopping, so we can just put our stuff in the room!&quot; I say energetically. She sniffs.&amp;nbsp;	&quot;Seems sha..</description>
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			<title>Satan's House on Main Street</title>
			<description>What could be scarier than getting your first apartment in college? Roommates -and lovers- Nina Slate and Cass Friel may be in over their heads with estranged wildlife and eccentric neighbors. </description>
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