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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>It wasn't as if he had something against them. He barely knew them, after all. Two teenage girls had moved in several weeks ago into a quaint home down the street from his apartment. He saw the truck the day that they moved in, parked outside their house with paid men helping the girls lug around th..</description>
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			<title>Carmine</title>
			<description>&quot;...The man turned the saw off and threw it on the ground next to her bed, a loud bang filled the room. He extended his arm and picked up the poor woman's head by her hair...&quot;</description>
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