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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Gil stood before the microphone and listened to the crowd. It was a dulcet-toned sound and he basked in the ovation and peered around at his band mates and they were basking, too. He stepped back and picked up his bottle and drank from it and smiled. We'll be back in forty minutes, he told them and ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Gil stood there looking around at the crowded, hot room with a bottle in his hand and the microphone stand before him. We'll be back in forty minutes, he told the beer-wielding crowd and turned to head back to his station by the amp. Finn was inconsolable over on his side of the stage and he sat cru..</description>
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			<title>Novel</title>
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			<title>Amelia</title>
			<description>The historian said to the intrepid heroine, what is it that you wish to accomplish?         And, Amelia, her large eyes searching the man's face as if for an answer, said: I wanted to cross the steady Atlantic to bunting-swept Paris, the city of beautiful dangers and rain-swept boulevards. I wante..</description>
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