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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>I run through the woods, feeling the cold wet ground beneath my bare feet. I can't seem to shut off my wandering mind as I race through the trees. I wonder why they think it's my fault, why they think I would do such a horrible thing. She was my best friend. I loved her as if she was my own sist..</description>
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