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			<title>Chapter 4: a continuance</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;What did she say?&amp;rdquo;The soldier speaking to us eyed both me and Magda, cocking his gun. Magdadidn&amp;rsquo;t speak German well, it was broken. &amp;ldquo;She wants you two tofix her door. She keeps a clean house.&amp;rdquo; The soldier laughed condescendingly,a high almost eerie howl..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four: Knock At the Door</title>
			<description>My sisters lived on a grassy,secluded hill in a one bedroom farmhouse. It was a verdant area with smallhills everywhere. Growing up on a farm, this area became familiar to me, thoughI was in a different country. &amp;ldquo;Do you think you&amp;rsquo;ll go back to Poland?&amp;rdquo; I askedafter unpackin..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: an unlikely act of kindness.</title>
			<description>THIS IS JUST SOME OF THE CHAPTER</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two: An Act of Kindness.</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Hallo?&amp;rdquo; I gentlevoice called. Someone was nudging at my shoulders. &amp;ldquo;Peter, help this younggirl!&amp;rdquo; My eyes peeled open to the sight of nurses around me and a Red Crosstruck grumbling by the tree line. The sky was a frail grey, looking as if itmay snow again. I myself w..</description>
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			<title>Her.</title>
			<description>She wasimpossibly beautiful. Impossibly shaped like the most petite hourglass onecould find. Her skin was like a not yet ripened peach; the color of an ocean ofhoney in the summer. That was her, summer. She walked around, not knowing thateven in the bitterest, dullest winter months, she brou..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: Foreign Tongues</title>
			<description>Geton that train and move as fast as you can to the very back away from all thepeople. Shield your face, and please, do not talk to anyone!&amp;nbsp;Irecited my oldest sister&amp;rsquo;s words to myself, reminding me constantly that ourworld had changed; and we were the enemies to our brother. The o..</description>
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			<title>Someone To Remember</title>
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