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			<title>Untitled for now</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He put the pen to paper but no words would appear on the lines. Awestruck by the fact that this was the first time Kent actually did not have any material. His last few novels had flown out of his pen with such miraculous speed that he could not even believe he had written s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description> Waking up in a pool of someone else' blood was not how I anticipated this night going. I roll over in the bed to see a woman, beautiful and crimson. Her long golden locks draped over her shoulders as she stares wide at the ceiling. Her jaw slightly agape. Did she scream? Did she resist? She..</description>
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			<title>That Girl</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She was so beautiful. Her long auburn hair waving as the summer breeze lifted and carried it. Those long eyelashes fluttering in what seemed like slow motion. Blue eyes, those blue, blue eyes. They sparkled in the sunlight. If God created anything more beautiful, I had yet t..</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Look, I don't know who you are or what you want, but d****t leave me alone!&quot; she screamed into the phone before slamming it down onto the hook. Anger in her eyes and her heart pounding in her chest. That was the seventh time that telemarketer had called today. Kim had been ..</description>
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			<title>Business! (An Ode To Memes)</title>
			<description>Okay, I say to you Raisins and FuuuuCeral Guy, Forever Alone Guy TooY U No Guy, Troll Face and Aww YeahBusiness I shout!U Jelly?</description>
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