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			<title>Stephen's POV</title>
			<description>I rolled to my back, shielding my eyes against the sun that streamed through the light curtains. Damn my East facing windows! Usually I was up with the sun, either practicing or studying. But yesterday's rain had prohibited my normal activities, and the confrontation with Bridget had left me feeli..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PrologueFunny how much she could love swimming, but hate boats. Delia's stomach lurched in opposition to the yachts gentle roll on the waves.&quot;Cordelia, I need you to change into your dress for dinner.&quot; Margo Abney directed her younger daughter, with a short glance. Victoria, the elder of the..</description>
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			<title>Starting at the End</title>
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			<title>That Spark</title>
			<description>&quot;So, did the big bad guy rear his ugly head today?&quot; Dad asked, over dinner that night.Mom looked up from her plate and Leif snickered. Fourteen year old brothers could be so annoying. I shot him a glare.&quot;No.&quot; I took a bite, and as I chewed decided that I might as well divulge, or I would have ..</description>
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			<title>After effects</title>
			<description>&quot;So, how was your day?&quot; Dad asked, as I helped prep dinner.&quot;Ok&quot;He shot me a look with raised eyebrows. I knew that he could be as persistent, though much more subtle, as my friends. I sighed.&quot;I humiliated my self after school by yelling at Stephen Cigary.&quot; I tried to sound casual, but I had ..</description>
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			<title>And so it begins...</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; The first time I met Stephen he painted a hex on my right arm.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't move it for three hours.&amp;nbsp; I resolved, in an eleven year old way, that I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of riling me again.&amp;nbsp; But it still, somehow, happened.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I considered him..</description>
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			<title>The Vexing Year of Bridget</title>
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