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			<title>Chapter five </title>
			<description>The thick heavy smoke clouded thedark room, making it even harder to see what was in front of me. I walkedslowly, unsure of where I was going and held on to what felt like a sticky,rocky wall next to me for support. My head was spinning and I had no idea whereI was.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The sm..</description>
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			<title>Chapter four</title>
			<description>&quot;You want some?&quot; Ilooked down at the bowl that was being held underneath my nose. The mouthwatering smell of the hot, buttery popcorn filled my nostrils and made mystomach growl. Without looking at my best friend, I snatched the bowl away andbegan, unladylike may I add, gobbling down the pop..</description>
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			<title>Chapter three</title>
			<description>Baseball_player17&amp;nbsp;has now logged online&amp;nbsp;Red_Lipstick16:Steven??&amp;nbsp;Baseball_player17&amp;nbsp;has now signed offline&amp;nbsp;Red_Lipstick16:I'm sorry...&amp;nbsp;My mother always tells me to never give my heart away unless I know for surethat th..</description>
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			<title>Chapter two</title>
			<description>&quot;Mom! I'll be fine! It's notlike you guys haven't left me here by myself.&quot; I was standing next to theopen door and impatiently waited for my mom to grab her purse and coat. She washesitant about leaving me here all alone but I on the other hand couldn't waitfor them to leave. I had plans ton..</description>
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			<title>Capturing a Butterfly </title>
			<description>The Internet is a strange, dangerous yet exciting place. A place where one could easily get lost. </description>
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			<title>Crying on a Suitcase </title>
			<description>Crying on a Suitcase &amp;nbsp;Prologue Don&amp;rsquo;t look back. The words ran through my mindas my brain tried to process the current situation. I knew if I stayed, then Iwouldn&amp;rsquo;t be able to leave behind thememories that threatened to pull me back and make me stay. People flooded ..</description>
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