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			<title>January</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Happy f*****g New Year.&amp;rdquo; I grumbled, almost inaudibly to the bodies that surrounded me. I don&amp;rsquo;t actually know if I spoke at all. I knew I was staring at a glass pipe and that I was holding it in my hand, but the amount of substance already in my system made everything disconnected..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Standing in this field, I breathe in andlet my mind wind back the clock. The wind picks up and a fresh flurry ofdandelion fireworks brushes my soft cheeks. It&amp;rsquo;s just how you would imagine it,like a movie&quot;flashes of memories buzzing through me, just behind my eyes,searching for one in p..</description>
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			<title>Junk</title>
			<description>Nuclarity wiped out all of humankind. Reyla Covera is just another junkie who survived. Follow her journey through the barren American Northwest as she attempts to find purpose after the apocalypse. </description>
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