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			<title>4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Calvinstood in front of his mom&amp;rsquo;s front door.&amp;nbsp;He had to face her and act as though nothing in his life was about tochange.&amp;nbsp; He briefly contemplatedthe nuts and bolts of it all.&amp;nbsp; AmI really going to fake my own death?&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Calvinwas staring out of the window.&amp;nbsp;Thirty thousand feet below him, the fields of Middle America stretchedout infinitely, small squares of green crops and light brown soil that formedan agricultural checkerboard.&amp;nbsp;Surrounded by quiet..</description>
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			<title>2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sevenweeks had gone by since Calvin&amp;rsquo;s stream-of-consciousness moment had led him towrite an e-mail to Dr. Amstel.&amp;nbsp; Itwas mid-April, and the gloom of early spring was just beginning to give way tosunny, mild days and freshly blooming p..</description>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>Calvin slowly opened hiseyes.&amp;nbsp; He found his bedroom ceilingin view, illuminated by morning light which spilled in through a sliding glassdoor.&amp;nbsp; The light was aggravating,and he contemplated getting up to shut his blinds.&amp;nbsp; Instead, he rolled onto his right side and pointed his..</description>
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			<title>Almanecer</title>
			<description>A man who has lost everything in life agrees to take part in science experiments that could change everything for him.  He wakes up in a future unlike anything he could have ever predicted.</description>
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