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			<title>One - Black Memories</title>
			<description>A sharpshriek jerked me from sleep, and I yanked my blanket from my head and sat up inan effort to find and destroy the source of the noise. My brown eyes turned tothe bedside table and zeroed in on my alarm clock.Targetsighted. Obliterate.Instead ofsmashing my clock to a m..</description>
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			<title>Howlers</title>
			<description>When Cole left, Amber missed him terribly. When he came back, she wished he'd stayed away. It's been ten years since she's seen him, and things have changed. Most of them for the worse.</description>
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