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			<title>Thoughts</title>
			<description>I was bored so I wrote a poem.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Discovery</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Cass, check it out!&amp;rdquo; Matt giggled. I looked up from the book I had been examining, an old collection of Grimm Brother&amp;rsquo;s fairy tales, and let out a chuckle. Matt had put on a pair of dusty, wire-frame spectacles he found in one of the many boxes that were piled almost floor-to-ceil..</description>
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			<title>An acronym for poetry</title>
			<description>Because Y not?</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Start </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The playground was like a ghost town. Summer break had begun almost a month ago, so it was no surprise to find the school grounds empty. I hopped the fence and took off immediately towards my favorite climbing tree, a sturdy ash with several large burls scattered across its trunk. Usin..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>When I was little, I always wanted to be a hero just like the ones in the stories. Had I known what that truly entailed, however, I think I probably would have spent my birthday wishes differently. Not that I think it would have made much of a difference, though. Life tends to have a way of getting ..</description>
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			<title>Journey</title>
			<description>Two friends, a mysterious gemstone, and a quest to save existence.</description>
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