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			<title>Love by Natalie</title>
			<description>Love by Natalie&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; According to the Encarta Dictionary, the meaning of love is &amp;ldquo;very strong affection; an intense feeling of tender affection and compassion.&amp;rdquo; Is this what I feel towards Jacob? A ver..</description>
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			<title>Prologue: The Fall</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Prologue: The Fall&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was just like every normal fourteen-year-old girl. I had wavy brunette locks that fell over my shoulders and big, bright brown eyes that glimmered in the morning sun. Frec..</description>
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			<title>That Boy and Girl</title>
			<description>This is a true story -- except the reading the poem part. &gt;.&lt; It was painful.</description>
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			<title>My Beautiful Rescue</title>
			<description>My Beautiful RescueI sat down on the swing in the empty playground, humming my anthem. I slipped off my flip-flops and ran my feet through the sand. I could feel each indivudual grain fall in between my toes; I smiled. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting my senses flow freely. I never..</description>
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			<title>The Misery of a Broken Heart</title>
			<description>The Misery of a Broken Heart&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her name was Jane. Jane Doe, to be exact. She sat in the corner of the black room. Tear streaks came straining down her pale cheeks. In the feeble position, her face sat in her knees. Loneliness had alre..</description>
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			<title>Not Sure of Anything</title>
			<description>Fagin McDickinson somehow finds herself in a new world, full of magic. She falls in love with this place, but what about everyone she loved back on Earth?</description>
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