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		<description>The original writings of author Amber</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It wasn't until I got on the plane that it hit me. I was doing it. &amp;nbsp;I was actually going to LA. The years of hearing stories from my friends and wishing on stars were finally over. Ever since I could remember &amp;nbsp;I'd had an obsession with California.&amp;nbsp;Living vicariously throu..</description>
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			<title>Starstruck</title>
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			<title>'I trust no one, not even myself.'</title>
			<description>Okay I havent written in this for months so I quickly wrote another chapter. I'm just making this up as go along so sorry if it sucks. Thank you for reading and reviewing! I'm so grateful! :)</description>
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			<title>'The beauty of the past is that it is the past'</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The memories come flooding back to me all at once. My light blue bedroom which my mum used to moan at me about because it was never tidy. Teaching my brother, Jamie, how to play the guitar and beating up the tall kid in school who used to bully him. My dad hugging me when I fell off my b..</description>
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			<title>'If you look back too much, you will soon be headed that way '</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can't stop. My legs can't last much longer but the one thing&amp;nbsp;I know is that&amp;nbsp;I musn't stop. If&amp;nbsp;I stop something very bad is going to happen. I can hear his footsteps. The shouts through his smirk. He knows he's winning. He knows my weaknesses. As I trip on an outstretched..</description>
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			<title>Lost</title>
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