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			<title>Week One. </title>
			<description>**The both text is what Aspen&amp;nbsp;has written in her journal.&amp;nbsp;Please note that she is saying it out loud, I just thought it would be better&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;put the memories in bold. **Tuesday:&amp;nbsp;3:07. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have to look at the clock to know what time it was, my brain did it for me. I ..</description>
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			<title>Intro.</title>
			<description>Intro&amp;ldquo;3:07. The time was 3:07 pm. The day was May 21, 2014. Is it weird that I remember that? Mom says she thinks so. I can&amp;rsquo;t exactly help it, though. The date is like etched into my brain, and the time, oh, the time. It&amp;rsquo;s hard to forget when every day at 3:07 exactly I get memorie..</description>
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			<title>3:07</title>
			<description>It's 3:07 and I see Frank for the first time. It's 3:07 and he's asking me to be his girlfriend. It's 3:07 and he's telling me we're going to be together forever. It's 3:07 and we're over.</description>
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			<title>&quot;Well, hello there.&quot;</title>
			<description>Chapter Two&amp;nbsp;I thought a lot last night, and I was still a little scared.Mostly, I was excited. Completing this mission could up my rank, which couldcome in handy. Maybe when I got back I&amp;rsquo;d lay low for a while, take a break frommissions or something like that. But before ..</description>
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			<title>&quot;I would be lucky.&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Running, all of the sudden I was running. I couldn't&amp;nbsp;remember when I had&amp;nbsp;started; all I know is that I was&amp;nbsp;running. Straight for the Outsider&amp;rsquo;s meeting lounge. I didn&amp;rsquo;t stop until I reached the door, drawing in a breath..</description>
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			<title>Intro</title>
			<description>For a few months life for the Outsiders was peaceful, a few attacks on the wall, but nothing they couldn't stop. The Quarintine zone was as close to paradise as one could get. Much unlike life on the Inside, but nobody on the Outside knew how it felt, or how it was. Nobody on the Outside had ever be..</description>
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			<title>Cass Was Here</title>
			<description>Cassandra is a young girl living in as close to paradise and people can get in a zombie apocalypse. She is safe from infected on the outside, among others. But how long will she stay?</description>
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