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			<title>Lebensabschnittgefahrter</title>
			<description>&quot;the person I am with today&quot;</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>The sound of his heavy footsteps filled the house, leaving behind muddy prints along the corridor. &quot;I see.&quot;, he replied to their eerie stares. &quot;You should have seen her Felicia, she was beautiful.&quot; Her face stiffened as a response, her synthetic beauty remained in place but her eyes roamed across hi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&quot;What did he do this time?&quot;All that's left behind were piles of letters. A few roses preserved in the safety of numerous novels around her room. Bridget just stared blankly at the empty space, recalling the way her laugh echoed the room. She walked in and glanced around Sophia's desk. On top was a l..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Introduction</description>
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			<title>Plagued</title>
			<description>Sophia's beauty blossomed as a red rose in spring, it spread across her lean physique and into her soft heart. Troubled, her roommate, Bridget, searched for days. Days grew to weeks. Each hour passed </description>
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