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			<title>Chap 2</title>
			<description>After a few more hours of random chit chat, I headed back tomy house. Since it was right next door, it was quite convenient. I wasn'tdrunk, but I was feeling a little off. Van's party was still going with a fewdie hards.&amp;nbsp;I headed to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirro..</description>
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			<title>Chap 1</title>
			<description>I saw her picking her way throughthe uneven field toward the party by the lake. Instantly I knew that this wasthe woman my neighbor had told me he hoped wouldn't show up. And being the nicegirl I am, decided to keep any drama down and let her know to turn around andgo away. This was my n..</description>
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			<title>The Taste of Souls</title>
			<description>The story of a soul eater</description>
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