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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Thirtyminutes, give or take, later I was walking through the door of my very ownapartment. Kicking off my shoes I ventured through until I came to my safe,warm, and cozy bedroom. Though when I walked into my room I was met with afluffy little surprise curled up in a ball on the middle of my ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>I froze,my eyes bugged out, and I was in full flighty panic mode, I dropped my fork, jumpedfrom my seat, and headed for the nearest exit. Only problem with that littleplan was that I was stopped before I could even get out of the kitchen by agrowling pooch named Suey who looked about ready t..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Joshua sighed before grasping my hand, and dragging me along thesidewalk. I&amp;rsquo;m not completely sure how long, far, or where we walked before heushered me through a door, down a hallway, into and out of an elevator, andinto another hallway.My brain felt fried; I couldn&amp;rsquo;t process a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I yawned widely as I pulled my black hood over my coppery brownhair, and walked down the slightly crowded sidewalk. I was feeling thatfamiliar uneasiness in my gut, it has always been my own little warning sign toabort a mission, but I need the money so I waved it with no lingering c..</description>
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			<title>Love&amp;Lies</title>
			<description>Seven years ago I lost everything. Now I'm willing to fight tooth and nail to get everything back.</description>
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