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			<title> Desolation</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;Felicia froze as she approached Jade. &amp;nbsp;She stood there trembling hesitant to move forward. There was something about her, something dangerous. An air around her like a viper ready to strike. Her eyes widened as she took in the many dead bodies scattered across the field, some including t..</description>
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			<title>A Rap For A Brother</title>
			<description>Rap For A BrotherThey say every heart holds a songBut chaos has always been my melodyYou keep trying to hold me back, back, back, yeaBut I ain't having that, that, that, nahYea, I know you tryBut like I said. I AIN'T DOING THAT! F**K IT!!I AIN'T PUTTING UP WITH YOUR SHITKeep telling me to be quiet.Q..</description>
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			<title>Heart Of Revege</title>
			<description>Chapter 2; &amp;nbsp;Heart of Revenge &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Standing there silently in the charred remains, anger raging within, she calmly stared at the skyline, smoke pouring from every barn, every building, every rooftop in the distance.  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There is &amp;nbsp;hot rage and there is cold ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Chapter One; &amp;nbsp;Chapter One &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Well, THIS IS NOT a book , THIS is REAL LIFE &amp;nbsp;and  I've got work to do.&amp;rdquo; A harsh voice resonated throughout the garden yard, as the raven haired farm hand dismissively shoved the young girl in front of her aside never slowing her stride. &amp;..</description>
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			<title>Thread Of Destiny Series; Book one Written In Stone</title>
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