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		<title>Chapter 2</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[***************CHAPTER TWO**************       Having gotten herself situated up in the attic space, Lori lie there with thoughts racing through her mind, and her heart beat keeping pace.  The dust and debris in the attic had caused her to have quite a sneezing attack for the first few minutes.  This scared her, since it was something she [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Prelude/Chapter 1</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[  Lori crawled through the doggie door of the house she had taken up residence in.   Her nostrils still burnt with the smell of torched bodies and burning debris.  She had thought that time would make the stench go away, but it hadn&#8217;t.  Not even after a month.  She surveyed the little corner of town [...]]]></description>
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