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			<title>Chp 1-4</title>
			<description>Chapter 1The seventh month of that year creptin and I was but ten years of age. I remember the dread I had come to feel foreach coming of a summer. Unlike most children my age I had no interest inengorging myself with the fiascos called &amp;lsquo;play&amp;rsquo; nor tempt myself with thewhi..</description>
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			<title>Intro</title>
			<description>Part 1Liberation of aFool&amp;ldquo;As I sit here I am armed only by the weapon of thought, shrunken by theweight of insanity. I write this journal not as a claim of innocence nor acondemnation of fault, but instead as the recollection of a tale so imperativeto myself, that the thoug..</description>
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			<title>Liberation Of A Fool</title>
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