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	<title>A.K. Berry</title>
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	<description>The Stories of A.K. Berry</description>
	<pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 17:20:05 +0000</pubDate>
	
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		<title>In Between</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 17:14:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A young woman stepped into a small pastor&#8217;s office looking for her older sister. They had both volunteered for a community event being held at the local church several weeks ago, but things were winding down now so Katlin&#8217;s help was no longer needed. She had decided that it was time for her to go [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 001: Midnight Rendezvous</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 13:05:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[    Andrew snapped his portable phone shut after thanking T, a mischievous smile playing about his broad mouth, all the while dodging his opponent&#8217;s repeated – and failed – attempts to hit him. Drew clipped his phone back into it&#8217;s holder on his belt and grabbed the male&#8217;s leg, spinning him around [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thruth and Choice - Prologue</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 10:14:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ Summery: Aion has an offer for Chrono that he can&#8217;t refuse.
Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own ChronoCrusade/ChrnoCrusade or it&#8217;s characters. I do, however, own Rosette&#8217;s bosses and T.

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Chrono held tight to himself the trembling form of his light in this world as she cried swollen tears onto his shoulder. He wanted nothing more [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Memories</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 01:52:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[    He smashed through the window, flying up into the darkly cloudy sky on a wave of power, the screaming and terrified dowser in his arms. Shouts could be heard from the room he had just left. The woman in his grasp would be useful for what he needed – and she [...]]]></description>
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