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			<title>Nightmare of it All.</title>
			<description>This Chapter is introducing you more to important characters and setting an idea for you of the task at hand for Penn.  I've had to leave this book for a long time and come back to it when I got the heart so be kind.  =)</description>
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			<title>John</title>
			<description>This could be better written, but I have a hard time digging down and completely telling how I feel about this subject.  My brother, however, is a huge reason that I seek peace like I do. It will do for now.  I capitalized the Is to make everybody happy a</description>
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			<title>Carolina Bound</title>
			<description>I could write a million pages on the hell of living in a small town, but I'll keep it simple with this. =/</description>
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			<title>falling a step behind.</title>
			<description>I've been trying my hardest to get this last chapter done, but I needed to write this.</description>
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			<title>Introduction: Daddy's Little Disease</title>
			<description>My father always said you can&amp;rsquo;t take life seriously or a single year of life could feel more like twenty long grueling ones. He was a smart man. Somedays. And he was a loving person. When he wasn&amp;rsquo;t lit. I like to think of my father as a struggling artist. Some lead singer and guitar play..</description>
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			<title>The Truth About a Liar</title>
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