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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As we sat there I debated about telling my husband about my dark twisted past. I didn't want anyone to know my past let alone the man who thinks of me as one of the strongest people he's ever met. I figured I could at least tell him about my bio..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>         &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was about 7am when I heard the bedroom door open. My daughter was coming in for morning cuddles. Oh I loved when she came in here and cuddled for a few minutes. She always crawled up over me and wedged herself between me and my..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was such a cold November night. I was sitting at work watching the snow fall. Oh the drive home at midnight should be fun. I think the news said potential blizzard. I was about to send everyone home, I prefer working alone. As I sit in ..</description>
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			<title>Pandemonium </title>
			<description>Noel had a rough childhood and never talked about it. She was good at being distant and ignoring it.  Then the side of her family that she hasn't heard from in 18 years just pops back into her life.</description>
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