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			<title>To Love Ourselves</title>
			<description>Life can begin anew</description>
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			<title>The Seconds</title>
			<description>They drag</description>
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			<title>Games at Midnight pg. 2</title>
			<description>	When a child wakes up, they always wish their dreams could wake up with them. That they could continue in the reality that they dreamed up, but life isn't that nice. It has rules and regulations, and one of them being that dreams can't become reality.&amp;nbsp;	When Sarah woke up, her version of realit..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Games at Midnight pg. 1</title>
			<description>Games at Midnight	It was killing her.	The waiting, that is.	Sleep seemed to seep into her arms, into her legs, into her chest and even into her face. Even her hair felt tired. But her eyes, her large eyes bored into the ceiling just daring it to shift, to take a shape, or maybe change colors. Anythi..</description>
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			<title>Monsters at Blood Moon</title>
			<description>She was part of a heavily regulated and controlled country. He was born in the rebel group that called for anarchy. Luckily for them, kids never understand the shoes that they'll have to fill.</description>
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			<title>The Argument</title>
			<description>&quot;You... you noodle!&quot;
&quot;...What did you call me?&quot; 
&quot;A noodle!&quot;
&quot;Say it again!&quot;
&quot;Noodle! Noodle! Bloody fool, are you deaf?&quot; 
&quot;Go scrub a toilet!&quot;</description>
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