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		<description>The original writings of author Kate</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>December 2000Sophomore Year &amp;nbsp;I stared at the list of names with my mouth dropped open in shock. The small black print hit me with explosive force. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t the name Dane Pointe beside Romeo&amp;rsquo;s&amp;ndash;&amp;ndash;that had been expected. It was my name. My name written by Juliet&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>August 2007New York City &amp;nbsp;The hotel was completely quiet, save for the light snores of my mother, the inescapable noises of the city, and the screaming in my own brain. &amp;ldquo;Clare Elizabeth Green.&amp;rdquo; I whispered to myself firmly. &amp;ldquo;You are an adult. You are twenty-three years o..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;December 2000Sophomore Year &amp;nbsp;My heart jumped in my throat. I stared, my face frozen in shock and terror, at the school counselor. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; I croaked. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>The Sweetest Poison</title>
			<description>Why is it so hardFor me to write this down?Once the pen begins to moveTentatively across the paperThere is no stopping it.&amp;nbsp;But I find myself stoppingContemplatingWhat to write next.Who is there that will read this?My pen, a friendA weaponRuthelessly scratches out words..</description>
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			<title>The Horrible, Dramatic, Wonderful, and Trivial Case of Haper Jones</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I ain&amp;rsquo;t never saw nothing like it. I surely ain&amp;rsquo;t,&amp;rdquo; Said Ginger the custodian, tilting her head to the side as she scratched at her stringy hair in puzzlement. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Yes, well, we&amp;rsquo;ve all agreed it&amp;rsquo;s very stran..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;August 2007New York City &amp;nbsp;I grit my teeth. His face was everywhere. The splendor of New York City was not enough to distract me. It was even worse here, if that was possible. He looked down at me from posters, walls, giant billboards, the entire side of a double-decker bus..</description>
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			<title>Sparks Fly Out</title>
			<description>Clare Green has been robbed. Robbed of the chance to move on. Now, when things are beginning to look up, she'll be forced to delve back into her past, and put things right with the boy who broke her heart.</description>
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