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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2&amp;ldquo;Come on, Come on, hurry!&amp;rdquo; Jeff whispered urging us fasterthrough the hole in the gate.&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m hurrying!&amp;rdquo; Amy whispered back. We all got through thegate and were now walking behind the bushes. &amp;ldquo;That was closeyou guys!&amp;rdquo; Jeff said, ..</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;&amp;nbsp; The soundsof pans clinging together awaken me. &amp;ldquo;WAKE UP CHILDREN!&amp;rdquo; Madame says. I haven&amp;rsquo;t the slightestidea why she calls us children; we&amp;rsquo;re all at least 14 or older. I just know shedoes. I sit up ..</description>
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			<title>A Story of My Life</title>
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