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			<title>I Let The Devil In</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Thanks for the ride Auntie. I am very glad to have you!&amp;quot; Aubrey beamed. &amp;quot;No problem, doll! Anytime! Just call Auntie Rhonda and she'll be there in a flash!&amp;quot; Auntie Rhonda squealed. Aubrey smiled and rolled to the front door. &amp;quot;Mom, I'm back! Let me in!&amp;quot; She sighed..</description>
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			<title>Changing Directions</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;After the crash, Aubrey was in a state of shock. Therapy was three times a week. She also had to wheel around in a wheel chair. Turns out her knee would have to have surgery. She came out with bruises and scratches, but was fine. On the outside. On the inside she was a wreck! She kept picturin..</description>
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			<title>Popularity</title>
			<description>This is the view of popularity that most of us have</description>
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			<title>The Fateful Text</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Get off your phone, Aubrey!&amp;quot; Camden sighed. &amp;quot;Ugh! Hold ON Cam! Sorry, Ginger, that was my little brat. &amp;quot; Aubrey shot a glare at Camden and Camden shot a shut- up- and- drive look right back at her. &amp;quot;Ginger, i am driving my sis home so I got to go. Talk to you Friday.&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Why?? I can't believe myself! I hate myself! Please tell me it's a joke! PLEASE!&amp;quot; Aubrey cried. &amp;quot;Aubrey, you told us the story and I don't want to hear again. Give me the phone.&amp;quot; Aubrey's dad said like a cold hard stone. With a shaky hand, Aubrey handed her father the phone. Aft..</description>
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			<title>Is It Over?</title>
			<description>A girl must re- cooperate after she is responsible for putting her little sister in a life- threatening coma.</description>
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