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			<description>BACK TO SCHOOL!? (:Well, school starts soon, and you know what that means. It's time to get ready! Below, is a planned out guide to get ready for school, and my goals to keep my social and academic life doing well. Here I go!&amp;nbsp;BEFORE THE SUMMER ENDS:- clean room.- organize closet (by c..</description>
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			<title>The Clock Strikes Midnight, And Still No Answers.</title>
			<description>It was twelve 'o clock. Twelve 'o freaking clock. How was I supposed to sleep at twelve 'o freaking clock? No. Not in a place as awesome as The Great Plot Pimp Palace. Besides, it was a dream. Or was I&amp;nbsp;just feeding myself that information just because I didn't want to know the truth?&amp;nbsp;I thi..</description>
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			<title>Room Service ... I Think.</title>
			<description>After breakfast, a few of our old characters had escorted us to our room, which Asheton and I were informed Jessica was already getting settled in. When we opened the door, Jessica ran up, hugging us.&quot;F**k me! F**k me! F**k me, please! This is like, the best f*****g dream ever, guys!&quot; We tried to ..</description>
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			<title>Breakfast With Royalty.</title>
			<description>Vanessa smirked.&quot;I should've known.&quot; I muttered, rolling my eyes. &quot;I never did like you.&quot;&quot;Not so hot yourself, little girl.&quot; She folded her arms.Asheton looked like she had just met a celebrity. I knocked her on the head. &quot;Stop that, idiot. We're supposed to hate her.&quot;&quot;Oh, yes.&quot; Asheton clea..</description>
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			<title>Meeting Vanessa.</title>
			<description>Chapter One: The Great Plot Pimp Palace!I&amp;nbsp;turned over, the hard surface below me painfully ... hard. I removed my hand from the twisted position it had been in lying underneath my back, searching for something, anything. It landed on something soft and ... squishy. I immediately shot up, taki..</description>
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			<title>The Great Plot Pimp Palace!</title>
			<description>A story about three girls and their mystical journey into The Great Plot Pimp Palace. Join them as they try to get back to the normal world ... if they even want to.</description>
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