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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>&quot;The girls are having their nap, Jacob will be home from school around three, and Jack has basketball practice so he'll be home a little late. Your dad and I shouldn't be too long. We are thinking of doing a little date afterwards so you can make something for Jacob and give the girls their bottles,..</description>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>Pulling into the mall parking lot, Amanda realized there were quite a bit more cars than usual. She wondered if there was a store having a big sale that she hadn't heard about. If that was the case she was a bit bummed that she had to be home so soon today or else she might take a look. She made an ..</description>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>Jack came rushing down the stairs. &quot;Damnit Jack, late for school again&quot; exclaimed his mom. &quot;Mom, please.&quot; Amanda couldn't count anymore how many times he was late for school this year. Or last year in fact. Her brother hardly ever made it to school&amp;nbsp;on time. She remembered before he got his car ..</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>Amanda woke to to the screech of her alarm clock. As she lay there, she wondered to herself why she didn't just get a new one. Every night she'd turn it to a radio station and every morning, it would be fuzzy, screechy static. The radio transmittion sucked or something. She'd use the actual alarm of..</description>
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			<title>Dreams of Dreams</title>
			<description>Amanda finds that her life was meant to be so much more from the beginning. </description>
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