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			<title>Which Road to Take </title>
			<description>Chapter 7: Which Road to Take&amp;nbsp;Tess is falling from a black sky towards an ocean. She hits the water and she opens her eyes as she floats on top of the water with her back laying on top of it. She sees that she is complete surround by water. There are four tall walls of water that is surrounding..</description>
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			<title>If I was Like a Flower </title>
			<description>Chapter 6: If I Was Like A Flower&amp;nbsp;Jack slowly opens his eyes and sees his wife is drying a plate with a towel. She looks up at Jack as she runs her hand through her long red hair. She dries her hands on her apron as she takes it off and throws it on the hook that&amp;rsquo;s on the blue wall. She t..</description>
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			<title>Read Between the Lines </title>
			<description>Chapter 5: Read Between the Lines &amp;nbsp;It was one of those day. A lonely day. A day when the sun shines warm and the wind&amp;rsquo;s touch is cold. A day that felt like it was raining, but there was no rain. A day when people sleep until it&amp;rsquo;s time for them to go to sleep. A day when every living..</description>
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			<title>The Journey Begins </title>
			<description>Chapter 4: The Journey Begins &amp;nbsp;Dear uncle Luis there are days where I feel like fighting. There are days where I feel like giving up. But lately those day are starting to blur together. It&amp;rsquo;s starting not to matter whether I solve this case or if it&amp;rsquo;s forgotten. It&amp;rsquo;s becoming c..</description>
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			<title>What We Find In Truth </title>
			<description>Chapter 3: What We Find In Truth&amp;nbsp;Dear uncle Luis have you ever had a bad feeling about something. Either you are walking past a person or walking by a building and you feel this unease about something. I feel this way all the time and today I feel it the most. Who would have thought that so muc..</description>
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			<title>New Found Hope </title>
			<description>Chapter 2: New Found Hope &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tess watches her mom fix herself a drink. Her face turns red and her heart races while she tries to keep her hands from shaking. She slowly backs out of the kitchen, turning around and facing the living room. She steps towards the fireplace and looks at the phot..</description>
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			<title>Dear Tess</title>
			<description>Intro&amp;nbsp;Someone once told me that love is forever. That even through death, that person will love you&amp;hellip; &amp;nbsp;That&amp;rsquo;s childish. There is no afterlife. Once someone is dead, they are dead. For example, take my uncle Luis. I loved him, but he never came back. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>The Journey of the Moving Phantoms </title>
			<description>A young girls uncle dies mysteriously. As she investigate his death she runs into a group of people called the Phantoms and embarks on a journey with them. </description>
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