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			<title>Five</title>
			<description>Chapter 5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thetip of the leaf started quivering as it picked up the beginning of the draft ofthe oncoming wind. Soon, the leaves brushed against each other, creating acrisp rustling sound. The wind carried a sharp chill to it through the air. Themetal..</description>
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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>Chapter 4&amp;nbsp;Beep&amp;#2013266048;&quot;beep. Beep&amp;#2013266048;&quot;beep! Hazelgroaned and turned to slam her hand on the black alarm clock that tore her awayfrom her precious sleep. She yawned and pulled the covers over her face inrebellion to the morning. A few minutes later, the same b..</description>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter 3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;What&amp;hellip;exactly is this?&amp;rdquo;Hazel said in a confused tone as she tried lifting a big, white cylindricaldevice. She gave up and flopped the attached, skinny, blue tube around.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>	The soft wind was blowing lazilyand it ruffled the large green leaves above in the swaying trees. The gentleswishing of the green created a wave of a lullaby throughout the block.Something in the breezy wind smelled sweet but there with a hint of metal mixedin there. The pavement radiated h..</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>Chapter 1&amp;nbsp;1 month later.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Hey,I&amp;rsquo;m going to work! Take care of yourself when I&amp;rsquo;m gone okay?&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;YeahEva! I know!&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Evapoked her head up towar..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Gazing up at cloudless sky,She sees a vision in the air.Softly, gently, in the breeze,It floats to her, a white feather.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;White Feathers. &amp;#2013266048;&quot;Lizzy Tomlinson&amp;nbsp;Shards of Feathers&amp;nbsp;Prologue&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Shards of Feathers</title>
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			<title>Chapters of Violet</title>
			<description>A semi self-reflectve, fictional short story.</description>
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