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		<description>The original writings of author Nick</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6. The Team Takes The Initiative</title>
			<description>After I hung up the phone with Mr.0,Jackneye showed me they way out of the basement we were in. As we walked up thestairs I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but think about the mess I was in. strangely I wasn&amp;rsquo;tworried but I wasn&amp;rsquo;t excited either I&amp;hellip;.I didn&amp;rsquo;t feel any different then ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5. Heroes Don't Need Plans</title>
			<description>Ever watch House? I mean the TVshow. House always says that the white light you see is a chemical reaction ofthe brain shutting down. I don&amp;rsquo;t know what it was but I&amp;rsquo;ve never been morescared in my life. Now, I&amp;rsquo;m not very religious I believe in god but that&amp;rsquo;sabout the e..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4. you broke rule number 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I pulled one of my fake cigs from my coat pocket ad put it in my mouth; I placed the lighters flame near the end of my fake cigarette pretending to light it. I began walking down the tunnel again. After a few moments my ph..</description>
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			<title>chapter 3. Just Another Peaceful Breakfast</title>
			<description>The walk to the restaurant wasshort. We walked across the street took a left around a corner and we werethere. The restaurant, PulaZen, was a small Romanian joint with ethnic waitersand cooks. The food list was large and the ingredients were fresh. We basicallyordered 3 dozen eggs and sausag..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2. new provider</title>
			<description>My phone went off the nextmorning&amp;hellip;.well not my phone exactly. It will make more sense if I continue. Ifigured it was my alarm on my phone so I pulled it out to turn it off but whenI pulled my phone from my Jeans pocket it was already off. Not the alarm butthe entire phone and it would..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1. The Night Out</title>
			<description>a little early but i don't mind</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>To tell the truthI&amp;rsquo;m not sure where to begin. I guess most of this started around five days ago.It was a Tuesday night, cloudy but no rain. My friends decided for myeighteenth birthday we were going to go to New York City. Just for a few daysthey said and now it has been almost a wee..</description>
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			<title>The Game</title>
			<description>New book first chapter comes out late January</description>
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			<title>unluck of the irish</title>
			<description>As soon as Jack couldn&amp;rsquo;t see Tonyany more he placed his hand on his hat and ran behind the restaurant; he jumpedover a metal fence. Jack ran down the sidewalk and took a left followed by aright turn on Jacobson Street. The thick smell of pavement and pollutionthickened as a gust of..</description>
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			<title>the Beginning of a beautiful friendship</title>
			<description>The next day was gloomy, but atleast the rain had stopped. Jack had been up all night thinking about hiscurrent situation. The face of the innocent bartender carved into his constantmemory. What was Jack to do? He could quit but it&amp;rsquo;s not like he&amp;rsquo;s qualified foranything else. ..</description>
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			<title>Just another Day</title>
			<description>The year is 1964, November 23rd.It is raining, pouring; the clouds are angry and dark. They swirl and yell atthe top of their lungs as though to warn someone; the clouds look as thoughready to swallow all of New York City whole. Manhattan Island is where our storystarts with a man named ..</description>
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			<title>Cosa Nostra</title>
			<description>a mafia book im writing its a work in progress</description>
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			<title>how ya like me now</title>
			<description>im back baby</description>
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