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		<description>The original writings of author Sabaku no Azumi</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Miyuki!&amp;rdquo; a voice yelled, shocking Miyuki out of her sleep. &amp;ldquo;You're already failing this class, you might want to pay attention.&amp;rdquo; Miyuki looked at her teacher who glared back. Her teacher turned to face the board. As his back was facing the board, Miyuki flipped him off in si..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&quot;Azumi, wake up,&quot; Toshio said as they pulled up in front of the building where the MPI headquarters resided. It was a two-hour drive and Azumi has fallen asleep on the way there. Toshio looked at her. She was still sleeping. &quot;Azumi?&quot; he asked, poking her arm. &quot;We're here...&quot; He put his hand on her s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Miyuki! You&amp;rsquo;re going to be late for school!&amp;rdquo; a voice yelled, scaring Miyuki out of her sleep. She rolled over, off her bed and onto the floor with a loud thud. &amp;ldquo;Are you okay?!&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, yeah&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Miyuki groaned.&amp;ldquo;Then hurry up!&amp;rdquo;Annoyed, Miyuki s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Azumi was laying on her couch, sleeping, with a pillow on her face. The vibration of her cell phone abruptly woke her up. She shot up, knocking the pillow to the floor and toppling an open bottle of vodka over. &quot;D****t,&quot; she mumbled as she heard the bottle spill. &quot;That was half full, too&amp;hellip;&quot; Sh..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Kimiko ran out of the room, panting heavily, wondering if she would escape alive&amp;#2013266048;&quot;escape at all. She ran down the long hallway, tripped a few times and tried not to look back. An evil chuckle echoed in the pitch black hallway, scaring Kimiko half to death. Finally, Kimiko reached the sta..</description>
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			<title>I Trusted You</title>
			<description>A series of girls have been going missing, the MPI is short on agents and must give Azumi, a drunk agent on a 6-month hiatus, the case.</description>
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