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			<title>Our Untold Lies in Spring</title>
			<description>Not all people are heroes and not all people are villains; they're just them---humans. </description>
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			<title>part one | theory one </title>
			<description>the flightless lark and the arcane clown | jack and jill</description>
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			<title>prologue | the beginning</title>
			<description>Everyone's writing their own book. May it be a novel for adventurous nerds or textbooks for mathematical and scientific geeks, a book for geniuses, a book for the unique or any other adjective that may descibe a certain person. Everyone holds on desperately to their pens and write at least a hundred..</description>
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			<title>00 | summary </title>
			<description>&amp;#10075;&amp;#10075; We're living, that's all that matters.        Apathy. It was the thing reflected inside the eyes of Alouette Strauss for she was viewing a world of the insane. Others would see dreams, she would see nightmares, others would hear laughter, she would hear the voices of paranoia li..</description>
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			<title>Theories of Unbalanced Forces and Black Holes</title>
			<description>Diagnosed with schizophrenia after her mother's death, Alouette Strauss desperately clings to what sense of reality she has left after a fateful encounter with a pianist, Claude Redmond.</description>
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