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			<title>Chapter 11: We Care About the Drama that You Do Bring</title>
			<description>My head inclined as it was smacked hard. My body followed ending up sliding down against the closest wall. I was definitely crying now if I wasn&amp;rsquo;t before. I kept questioning what I&amp;rsquo;d done for Kristine to set me up again. It always happened around the same time of the year too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 15: I'll Be the King of Wishful Thinking</title>
			<description>I was sitting in the middle of a deserted highway. It was pouring with thunder rolling and lightning racing across the sky. I was hugging my knees crying and crying and crying. My tears soaked my face just as much as the rain soaked my clothing. I was slightly cold but temperature didn&amp;rsquo;t matte..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 14: Go On and Lose It All</title>
			<description>We had stopped searching after a whole day. It was apparent to Mark that we lost Ria and weren&amp;rsquo;t going to find her in this area. The only thing we could do was keep surveillance on the area, which even with that, we&amp;rsquo;d end up empty handed from the multitude of people that go to Central Pa..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 13: See them Running for their Lives</title>
			<description>Griffon knockedEddie away from him and was ready to fight. I knew he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be able to do itall by himself so I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him intothe pitch blackness. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;The window.&amp;rdquo; Isaid low enough for Aaron&amp;rsquo;s team not to hear. Gr..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 12: Now You Know How We Feel</title>
			<description>I was pretty bored in the office, and I mean bored. I was playing with a rubber band ball, tossing it towards the wall next to me and then catching it again. I&amp;rsquo;d been doing that for the past half hour. I could tell I was getting on Eddie&amp;rsquo;s nerves. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Can you stop it?!&amp;rdquo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 10: Almost There, Don't Give Up Now</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Thanks Aaron for this, it&amp;rsquo;s great seeing you backto your old self again.&amp;rdquo; Mark said at the doorway of my condo. He had one of hisarms around Kathaleen and the other on my shoulder. I nodded smiling. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;No problem Mark, it feels great to be back on mygame.&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9: Victory's Within the Mile</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Ok so what if we were on a stranded island and I died? What would you do with my body?&amp;rdquo; Griffon asked as we were folding clothes in the department store. I laughed at how ridiculous his question was. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Well I would tie it to a raft then send it out to sea with a note sayi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8: Walking Tall Against the Rain</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;ldquo;I love you Ria.&amp;rdquo; I said barely above a whisper as I was drawing random designs on her shoulder. I was comfortably resting my head on her chest listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. She stood still look..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7: I Keep Doing My Own Thing</title>
			<description>I was sitting on the fire escape outside of the living room window, looking down at the people below. I had been out there pretty much all night. I could barely sleep at all thinking about Aaron. During my restless night, I had realized a lot about our relationship. One of those things being that I ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6: I Break the Rules So I Don't Care</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;What do we have?&amp;rdquo; Kristine asked sitting in her chair looking at us expectantly. Her gaze went from all of us to just Mark. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Nothing new, we&amp;rsquo;ve checked everything and tapped into every resource we have. We think she&amp;rsquo;s laying low for awhile.&amp;rdquo; Mark answer..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5: Life's a Game But it's Not Fair</title>
			<description>Ever since Demi got out of the hospital, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t acting the same. She was way more quite than usual and didn&amp;rsquo;t have that same light in her eyes. Deborah and I both knew it was probably from the attack but we didn&amp;rsquo;t know how to handle it. Deborah would drop her off at school and ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: It's a Dangerous Love Affair</title>
			<description>I went to the hospital to visit my sister Shannon the third time in a row this week, all because of that girl Rita from the vending machine. I know it seems pretty stupid and looking back on it I completely agree but something about that chick made me keep coming back. I walked up to Shannon&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: Addicted to the Thrill</title>
			<description>From one night in Deborah&amp;rsquo;s house I ended up staying four more. Deborah and I really hit it off as friends. She took me to a department store to get a couple of clothes so I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have to wear that filthy Detention Center uniform. I never told her about why I was wearing that the day ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Hear the Screams from Everywhere</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Her trail stops here.&amp;rdquo; Eddie said pointing to the spot he was standing. Our team leader, Mark, walked up next to Eddie and looked down to the alley below us and let out a frustrated grunt. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;She must of gone down and walked from here.&amp;rdquo; He said looking to all of us. ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Feel it Comming in the Air</title>
			<description>They say what&amp;rsquo;s not real can&amp;rsquo;t hurt you, that illusions stay illusions and we just don&amp;rsquo;t realize it. However, they have had a tendency to be wrong. They said other planets weren&amp;rsquo;t real, but they were wrong. They also said the world being round couldn&amp;rsquo;t possibly be real,..</description>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>For generations our kind has gone unnoticed from society. We arehistory&amp;rsquo;s most ancient&amp;nbsp;warriors. We thrive in both cities and deepforests. You call us bionic, superhuman, mercenaries, maybeeven&amp;nbsp;heroes&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;villains. Our abilities surpass man. We arewarriors of stealth..</description>
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			<title>Urban Warriors: Rise of the Shinobi</title>
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