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			<title>SOME THINGS ARE TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE!</title>
			<description>a real life incident! </description>
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			<title>Chapter Seventeen</title>
			<description>AILA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We werebeamed down onto the warm desert planet and I sighed a breath of relief. I feltpeaceful for the first time since I walked unto the Enterprise. I knew itwasn&amp;rsquo;t Vulcan, it ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Sixteen</title>
			<description>SPOCK&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She sits there, next toChekov, head bent and focused with him. They speak and work together on hislatest theoretical physics equation of the day. They combine their minds tofigure ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Fifteen</title>
			<description>SPOCKI sat still in my chair on thebridge. On the exterior my body seemed controlled, I seemed in control.Internally I was struggling. Why had I suddenly become so irritated? What wasthe catalyst that allowed my deep seated emotions to swell into a burning massof fire that threatened..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Fourteen</title>
			<description>AILA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Andyou know, if you feel like you need to talk to someone other than the ship&amp;rsquo;scounselor, you can talk to me, right?&amp;rdquo; Leo said, finishing up my medicalevaluation. He would ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Thirteen</title>
			<description>SPOCK&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Logicoffers a serenity humans seldom experience. The control of feelings so thatthey do not control you. My father once said this to me. As Ireflected on his words said to me years..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Twelve</title>
			<description>AILA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everythingwas darkness. My head felt like it should have exploded into a thousand tinypieces by now. My wrists were tied, my arms hanging above my head. It was thescene of a 20th ce..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eleven </title>
			<description>SPOCK&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Istill don&amp;rsquo;t know why you refused to participate as part of the staff. I mean,Uhura and Bones are both singing tonight.&amp;rdquo; Jim said, for the third time, as wewalked into the..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Ten</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finalssucked. It was so confusing because I was used to using my water skin in mymind, allowing me to still hear thoughts of others, but filter them out, exceptwhen they were really concentrating. I woul..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;dbeen a week since I had randomly developed telepathic powers. I was verygrateful for Spock. He had been right the first night, however, our telepathicpowers were very different. The first d..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
			<description>KAYDEN ROSS (IN 3RDPERSON)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I believe I have found her,mother. It is only a matter of time before the truth becomes evident.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A princess?! A freaking PRINCESS? You&amp;rsquo;ve GOTto be shitting me. I shouted internally as I left Spock&amp;rsquo;s office. It&amp;rsquo;s agood thing I&amp;rsquo;d already started getting used to calling him Sp..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thenext week passed without incident. I was on time to my classes, did myschoolwork, no one looked at me oddly. In fact, it was like no one even knewwho I was. The trial happened exactly a week after the incident-very effic..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Fiive</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Ms.Mor.&amp;rdquo; I heard a voice call out after me. I didn&amp;rsquo;t turn around. I didn&amp;rsquo;t slowdown, in fact, I sped up. I needed to get to my room and away from everyone. Ineeded to be alon..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Didyou sleep well, Ms. Mor?&amp;rdquo; I heard just as I had sat up. How does he do that? I heard Spock ask as he walked into the livingroom. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Now,are you going to let me in or not?&amp;rdquo; I heard a familiar voice shout in awhisper. Can someone shout whispering? Iguess so. I just stared ahead of me at the wall across from the couch I..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How weird was that? &amp;nbsp;This was the thought that plagued me for twoweeks after my first official class with Commander Spock. I had his class twiceper week, and since the first class he had not been ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>**adult language**</description>
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			<title>Sealtag Princess Adventures: Prophecy </title>
			<description>Star Trek fanfic to get my feet wet. 
Cadet Ail Mor is in her final semester when she meets Professor Spock and her life changes forever. </description>
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