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			<title>Fae</title>
			<description>Thingy about fairies blah blah be nice i only twelve lol lady of challote wat hapen b4</description>
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			<title>Soldier</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Ciara-DarkAlix ran .She didnt know what else to do. She couldnt fight. I mean Ciara was big and mean and she had those stupid followers. She thought about Ciara's name it ment Dark. It suited her. Dark like the scary shadows that played around Alix's room. She hated the dark and though she..</description>
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			<title>Mollie ( for deep children )</title>
			<description>I cant be bother to do this bit no one reads it any way.</description>
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			<title>Buttercup and the magic dancing shoes</title>
			<description>Once apon a time in a magical place called Twinkle valley there was a fairy called Buttercup. She was pretty and clever. Buttercup was very exsited because very soon it would be the midnight ball. All the fairys were just as exsited as Buttercup. They were all buying lovley new ball gowns to dance i..</description>
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			<title>Stupid Dog</title>
			<description>About a dog.</description>
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			<title>Pibbi Comes Back Sometimes</title>
			<description>Pibbi is my imaginary friend from when I was small.&amp;quot;I've grown out of her &amp;quot;.I decided on my 3rd month of school.I was to old for her and way to mature.I was 4 !(and a half).&amp;nbsp;I didnt really just decide,to make her go and leave my side.I just started to need her less,..</description>
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