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			<title>Let's Go Surfing</title>
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			<title>Am I Being Punk'd?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I knocked on my best friend, Amanda's door slowly as I stared at the rain-soaked ground. After about thirty seconds, I saw blonde hair swoosh against the little window next to her door. A very bright smile and gleaming blue eyes glanced at me through it, and then the door flew open. &amp;..</description>
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			<title>Hot Ice Cream</title>
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			<title>They have ads for deodorant?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;I really like her dress.&amp;quot; Jenny squealed, flipping the pages of her newest magazine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I glanced over to see what it looked like. It was blue and had a beautiful paisley pattern. The girl's blonde curls spun down to her shoulders. She looked beautiful! Almost, lik..</description>
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			<title>The Water is Not Fine!</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;It's 7 o'clock already?&amp;quot; I yelled to myself. Call me crazy, but I do scold myself sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was&amp;nbsp;supposed to meet Jenny at that pizza parlor that had just opened on 2nd street. But, like always, I'm late. I can't help it! Even if I..</description>
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			<title>Mint Mania and Rad Rainbow Sherbert?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Emma! Can you please hand me my lemonade?&amp;quot; Jenny asked, with her drink being at most a foot away from her. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Why can't you just get it yourself? It's closer to you!&amp;quot; I motioned with my hand for her to go right along and g..</description>
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			<title>Like Grapes</title>
			<description>A story that is again, based on my life. It's a fun story that talks about many concpets of a regular teenager's life. I hope you enjoy it!</description>
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