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			<title>3. Revealed</title>
			<description>3. Revealed&amp;nbsp;The school day wasn't any better. I was stuck in homeroom, trying to concentrate on the boring magazine I was flipping through, but the voice screamed at me every time I took a breath. I found myself able to hold my breath, and although it became uncomfortable after a while, I m..</description>
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			<title>2. Torture</title>
			<description>The bus ride that usually calmed me was pure torture! I seriously wanted to get up and run from the bus. With every new person that got on there came a new scent and the voice only got louder and stronger. And the funny thing was, each scent smelled good to me, tempting. &amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Happy Birthd..</description>
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			<title>1. Thirteen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I didn't need to look at my alarm clock to know what time it was, but I figured I might as well lay here until the obnoxious beeping had begun. Then I could throw it at the wall and move on with my life, but for some reason, today I didn't ant to or feel the need to have to. I flicked the sw..</description>
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			<title>Crescent Moon</title>
			<description>Scarlett Renata, a normal teenage girl. That was me (emphasis on the was). That was until my thirteenth birthday, that's when my whole world was flipped upside down. That was until I learned I was a vampire. That was until I learned I was probably the mos</description>
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