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			<title>What Summer Sounds Like</title>
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			<title>Stereotypical</title>
			<description>I'm just that kind of girl who wants more than she can getbut that'll risk everything she has on a betI'd rather be awake than asleepBeing the only one up and not hearing a peepI'm just that kind of girl who wants to kiss a guy in the rainclimbing outside my room's window paneI'll fall in love at an..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>	Where was I? The sun gleamed in a brilliant reflection that shone in the clear blue water. Caressed by the wind, the waves lurched closer and closer to the line of trees, each time it crashed on the white sands.	A breeze lifted my blonde hair and drops of water splashed relief on my face. I walked ..</description>
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			<title>dunno yet</title>
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			<title>If It Had Been Enough</title>
			<description>Remember when we used to sit together every day?We didn't even care what anyone would sayYou told me you loved me, tooI didn't think it was trueactually, I'll never knowbut that's just because you had to goYou wouldn't ever give up on meit was just something I could never seeI told you no, goodbyebu..</description>
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			<title>You're Nothing More</title>
			<description>You're a ho ho ho,everybody knows you areit only takes one date to go that faryou can run awaybut you know what they sayonce you're a w***e,no you're nothing moreso dance your heels&amp;nbsp;and drive those new wheels</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>	Wind shifted my hair as I stepped off the plane. The breeze caressed my face and stung my eyes with a hint of salt. My parents behind me and my brother and sister in front of me were all hobbling on their tired feet, grumbling. Not me. I was in Florida, just a few miles away from the long, skinny i..</description>
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			<title>Keep It To Us</title>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>	&quot;So there I was, about to get gang-banged in this bar parking lot-&quot;	&quot;Chloe, maybe if you weren't drunk these things wouldn't happen.&quot; I shook my head disapprovingly. She rolled her eyes and reached for a nail filer, rounding her sharp thumbnail while she started to talk again.	&quot;And then this guy ju..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>	Sixteen&amp;nbsp;minutes.&amp;nbsp;	The weekend, sleeping, relaxing, taking a nice, warm shower, all followed this sixteen minutes I had left to finish my job at a McDonald's, close by to my college, the University of Richmond.	Handing a father and his tired, just-got-done-playing-a-basketball-game looking..</description>
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			<title>Up &amp; Over</title>
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			<title>I Remember</title>
			<description>I rememberThe sunlight on my skinMy hair blowing, too wild to pinThat summer&amp;nbsp;I rememberThe smell of flowers in the heatThe music I loved, the beatThat summerI rememberThe dots of rain on my windowThe scent of grass, after a mowThat summerI rememberThe moonlight shining through the glassThe nigh..</description>
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