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			<title>Mystery Death</title>
			<description>Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted so much more than what she already had. Her name is Isabella Nicole Santos; she is fourteen almost fifteen in a few mouths. She had nothing left after her parents, her brother Benjamin, and sister Tenisha was killed by a mysterious man.&amp;nbsp; Years late..</description>
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			<title>Jamie Miller</title>
			<description>J-ammy A-wesome M-ature I-nsame E-asy to get along w/ Miller the best friend who stands up 4 me whenever something is wrong.</description>
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			<title>Natasha Gibbz</title>
			<description>NatashaAwesomeTolerantAlmost the same as uShyHappyAgressive(not)Good heartedImpresiveBrightBeautifulSmart</description>
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			<title>A Young Girl</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Once upon a time there was a little girl. She wanted so much more than she had.&amp;nbsp;One day she was walking down the street and saw this boy walking the other way. He lookes so beautiful, she didn't beleive he was alive, but of course he was. &amp;nbsp;She told her friends and they said they've..</description>
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			<title>Water</title>
			<description>as i'm walking i heara voice singin to the waves.i stop and listin warilyi try to movebut the song won't let me.Idon't know the song, buti'm singin it underneth mysoft, velvet, sweet voice.when the song dems downi start to move againnot knowing i was.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I stop and ..</description>
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