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			<title>Unspoken Words</title>
			<description>	There was an invisible timer in Kei&amp;rsquo;s household that counted down the time until Ed lost it, and it had just reached zero. &amp;ldquo;Dang it, Kei!&amp;rdquo; Ed shouted at his son, slapping the small boy across the face. Kei cowered, wincing at the stinging in his face. &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re pathetic!..</description>
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			<title>Winter's Flames</title>
			<description>On a cold winter&amp;rsquo;s night, a black haired girl sat under a frost covered tree. Her thin jacket did no good to protect her from the cold. Her face was stained with soot and her hair was matted. She drip</description>
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			<title>The Warehouse</title>
			<description>	The girl&amp;rsquo;s silver hair flew out behind her and she ran. Rain spewed from the clouds and drenched her through. Lightning sliced through the air and thunder roared above. Her silvery nightgown billowed out around her. The heavy footsteps behind her pounded like a stampede of horses. Her foot sl..</description>
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			<title>Heartbeat</title>
			<description>The girl heard music all her life. The beautiful tune played softly every minute of the day. One day when she was twelve, she realized it came from the necklace she wore every day. It was small and heart-shaped, and it was a deep black that shone like it had been well polished. She found out her nec..</description>
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