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			<title>One Night: Eleven Years Later...more excerpts</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Entering My Life Once Again</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Chapter One&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was pretty awkward not knowing where this conversation was going to go and how long it was going to last since we both knew what we really wanted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Vanessa, what are we doin..</description>
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			<title>One Night: Eleven Years Later</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I slid the key in, turned it to the right and the locked clicked. I slowly stepped into my home and I could feel death lingering in the air; the atmosphere was quiet, which was unusual for my house. Looking to the right of the living room, I immediately noticed yellow cotton-like material al..</description>
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			<title>BEST FRIEND: OFF LIMITS OR NOT</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Come in and make yourself a home, Porcelain Girl.&amp;quot; Renee removed her coat, kicked off her shoes and slipped into her plush slippers that I keep right at the door. I walked into the kitchen, checked on dinner, and returned with a bottle of wine.&amp;quot;You know me so well Styles; I am in..</description>
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