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			<title>Prelogue</title>
			<description>Rebekah woke up gasping, bathed in the morning sunlight shining through the roof of her treetop home.&amp;nbsp; She had been dreaming.</description>
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			<title>The Life of Rebekah Nun</title>
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			<title>This is not happening</title>
			<description>the second </description>
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			<title>Memoirs of the really pissed</title>
			<description>Running is not my strongest point.&amp;nbsp; Especially not while I'm being chesed down a secluded alley by a monster.&amp;nbsp; Especially when that alley will inevitably end in a fence or a dead end and I, the hero get torn to pieces with a heroic last stand.&amp;nbsp; Over full trash cans skirt either side o..</description>
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