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			<title>A Girl Can't Always Have Everything</title>
			<description>A contemporary, musical tale about an old fashioned premise, Love.</description>
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			<title>4.</title>
			<description>    Joanne led me through my room and to the furthest window. She peeped out and beckoned me to do the same. 'It's snowing.' She said happily.Sure enough, clumps of fluffly snow fell from the sky rapidly like feathers. The sky and water had turned to a bright grey and the forest beyond was a..</description>
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			<title>Richard [Part 3]</title>
			<description>    'Kelly, are you awake?'Kelly had fallen asleep holding her pillow to her ears; Joanne was snoring.'Kelly?' She gradually sat up, confused, her eyes squinting at me.'Richard?'I nodded.'What time is it?''Twelve o clock.''Twelve?' she said, unconvinced.'Yes.'..</description>
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			<title>The Kirke Mansion </title>
			<description>    A wall ran along the side of the road until it reached some huge, black, iron gates. The word &amp;lsquo;Kirke&amp;rsquo; was on a black plaque on a pillar on one side; it was covered in bird poo and dirt from the road. Beyond the gates, was a stretch of road. The private drive led to a large house that..</description>
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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>    Just as Lucas began to slip back into sleep, his cheek was beamed with scorching heat from the window he was leaning against. A bomb exploded a distance away from the right side of the car making everything inside shake, the great pile of stolen groceries in the trunk, rattling and toppling over..</description>
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			<title>Three Wise Monkeys </title>
			<description>a weekend getaway in a remote house takes a sinister turn when two people are brutally murdered.</description>
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