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		<description>The original writings of author JackDeaniels</description>
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			<title>NOW WHAT?</title>
			<description>NOW WHAT?These are the plans for the continuation and editing of this book. Obviously up until now was just the first draft of the complete story.Upon resetting his&amp;nbsp;checkpoint to 12:13PM, I'd like Todd to experience trying and failing to save the school a few more times, this time having only 3..</description>
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			<title>EPILOGUE</title>
			<description>EPILOGUEAfter the police arrived and arrested Cole, they searched his house but found no trace of Jake.&amp;nbsp;They did find evidence he and Jake made the bombs, however&amp;nbsp;they&amp;rsquo;re still on the lookout&amp;nbsp;for Jake, but&amp;nbsp;they believe he'll be caught very soon, having his face known by eve..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER EIGHT</title>
			<description>CHAPTER EIGHTI wake up again and stay still, letting my vision adjust, I don't have much time before the assassin strikes. I catch a glimpse of light reflected by the blade and I send a fist in that general direction, hitting what I assume to be the attacker's elbow. I&amp;nbsp;shout my friends' names t..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER SEVEN</title>
			<description>CHAPTER SEVENTwo minutes pass before Wyoming picks up the phone, two precious, precious&amp;nbsp;minutes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Lt. Wyoming speaking, how may I be of help?&quot; I hear from the other&amp;nbsp;side of the line.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Hi, please listen carefully because we don't have much time&quot; I start, &quot;The..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER SIX</title>
			<description>CHAPTER SIXI get out of bed and head to the bathroom, reciting the plan as I walk through the corridor. First I'll get the sleeping pills in the cabinet over the sink, swallow them and head back to sleep. While laying in bed, I'll put relaxing songs on my phone to fall&amp;nbsp;asleep quickly, waking me..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER FIVE</title>
			<description>CHAPTER FIVEI open my eyes, and look to the right, the horrors still in my head. It's 8:22AM and I'm late, I think and chuckle a little. It's time to get ready, if I don't hurry I might miss Chloe during first period.&amp;nbsp;I get dressed and I brush my teeth, not as quickly as before, but quick enoug..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER FOUR</title>
			<description>CHAPTER FOURI lift my head up, my vision is blurry and all I can see are a lot of fast moving shapes. It takes a few seconds before I can focus on what I'm seeing again, and my heart skips a bit as I detect an amputated arm, resting next to a wall on my left, still bleeding.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I fig..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER THREE</title>
			<description>CHAPTER THREEMy ears are ringing as&amp;nbsp;I try making my way through the panicking crowd moving against me. There are pieces of the ceiling falling everywhere, some of them hitting people.&amp;nbsp;When I clear a way, I sprint&amp;nbsp;toward where we sat, but the more I advance the more fire there is, as i..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER TWO</title>
			<description>CHAPTER TWO&quot;S**t! S**t s**t s**t!&quot; I shout as I&amp;nbsp;rush&amp;nbsp;toward&amp;nbsp;the door, half naked. Apparently, my&amp;nbsp;alarm clock is not loud enough to wake my&amp;nbsp;lazy a*s&amp;nbsp;up. I&amp;nbsp;almost stumble&amp;nbsp;into the doorknob when I&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;way through the corridor into the bathroom,..</description>
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			<title>Synopsis and Disclaimer</title>
			<description>Game Over, Try AgainBy Dean AyalonWhat would you do, if you were the only one who knew about a bomb?What would you do, if you were the only one who knew everyone around you is going to die?What would you do, if no matter how hard you try, you always fail at keeping your friends alive?While normal ki..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER ONE</title>
			<description>CHAPTER ONE&quot;S**t! S**t s**t s**t!&quot; I shout as I&amp;nbsp;rush&amp;nbsp;toward&amp;nbsp;the door, half naked. Apparently, my&amp;nbsp;alarm clock is not loud enough to wake my&amp;nbsp;lazy a*s&amp;nbsp;up. I stumble&amp;nbsp;into the doorknob when I&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;way through the corridor into the bathroom, and the pai..</description>
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			<title>Game Over, Try Again</title>
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