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			<title>Chapter three</title>
			<description>Chapter threeI rantowards the sound of the road. I figured that since I didn&amp;rsquo;t know where I was,the road was a good starting point. My bike was nowhere to be seen of course,which meant that I would have to walk all the way back home. My priority nowwas to get to the road. But alas,..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Chapter twoThere&amp;rsquo;s a girl in my bed. This thought was a very recurrent and stubbornthought. I knew that the context made this fact meaningless. The girl was notin my bed for any good reasons, she was because she was hurt and I needed towatch her. This is bad, I kept telling mysel..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Chapter oneThe worldturned and turned backwards but I stay grounded in my place. I don&amp;rsquo;t moveexcept for the thoughtless turning of my pedals, round and round and round. Itgives me a strange sense of control. As long as I keep cycling, there isnothing for me to lose control of. I sh..</description>
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			<description>Emily thought she could leave her past behind, but when she moves to the US, it haunts her more than ever. She discovers all kinds of new worlds, and finds out there is more to her than meets the eye.</description>
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