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		<description>The original writings of author Leon E. Wite</description>
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			<title>Chapter 11</title>
			<description>He shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have said what he had said. He took a peek to his right to see Rozalee sitting in the passenger seat of his car as he was driving home. He really should just drop her off first, but she was insistent on making sure he got home safely. His alertness had definitely risen from her ju..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>He had just fallen asleep when his phone rang on his nightstand, he flashed awake, annoyed at the fact that he had forgotten to turn his phone to silent.	&amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo; He answered without looking at who called.	&amp;ldquo;Hey, Hugh. Are you busy tonight?&amp;rdquo; A familiar young male voice asked o..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>He couldn't get what happened that night out of his head. Her sad guilt ridden face with tears that leaked out the moment he tried to comfort her was burned into his memory. What was wrong? Was she okay? Had he done something? He worried over the past events on and off, until he finally managed to s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>The room was dark and the music blared. Mr. Colin wouldn't be able to hear his own voice, let alone his own thoughts, and the room was hardly dark enough to cloud his vision of the adolescents giving themselves to the beat of the music and their own primal and hormonal instincts of feeling good, tur..</description>
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			<title>chapter 7</title>
			<description>Other than the chatter of class, Mr. Colin's spare time had been quiet and filled with work and leisure reading while Rozalee was busy working away with the student council on the Winter Ball dance event for the student body. Two weeks had passed since they had went out to check for places to host t..</description>
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			<title>chapter 6</title>
			<description>Every time Mr. Colin ran into Rozalee, Luke was hardly around, so Mr. Colin never thought much about it other than feeling at unease and tenseness when he was. When the weekend rolled in, Mr. Colin desired to start work early so he could have the rest of the weekend to himself. The hall to the left ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>The next morning, the first place he stopped was at the library before heading to the office. &quot;Good morning,&quot; he said to Ms. Priscilla as he walked in. &quot;Morning,&quot; she responded happily. He left a book on the counter. &quot;Benito Cereno?&quot; &quot;It's been awhile since I last read it, so I picked it up again. I..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>It was difficult to say if someone who was eleven years his junior could be a friend. He had always been generally nice and friendly towards his students and they had always treated him kindly as well. They felt comfortable enough to talk to him informally and even joke around, but he never talked a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>He noticed she wasn&amp;rsquo;t there again, reading like she usually would every morning before class. Did she not come today? He wondered, slightly disappointed. It would be another day of waiting to hear her thoughts on the book. Then, as he was taking off his reading glasses, he noticed a small blac..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>He realised Rozalee has the tendency to show up to class late, and sometimes not at all two to three weeks in the year. Mr. Colin no longer called for her name during attendance, which was mostly used to compare attendance rate with test results, but glanced to see if her person was in her seat befo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>During the fall of five years ago, when the trees were still green and the breeze was cold, yet scented with the fragrance of minty pine and a hint of wild flowers, the new school term at T-High began. At the stroke of five in the morning, the large black iron gates, which arched and curved like tho..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>It had been another work-filled day of grading math and physics assignments, just as he had intended. When late evening hit with most of the work done, there was spare time, and he would sit on his couch, reading to pass time. Although, as of late, his eyes would look towards a distant past, not tru..</description>
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			<title>Hugh Colin: Our Secret</title>
			<description>Mr. Colins, still reminisces of the girl he had left behind when he was 27, convincing himself it was for her own good. Yet, he can't help but regret letting her go.</description>
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