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			<description>*~Emma's P.O.V.*As I sat on the swing, looking back at him, I slightly smiled and hugged him. &quot;So, whatcha wanna do?&quot; I asked him, looking at my phone. &quot;Anything you want to. Although, I am in the mood for a total jam out to Sleeping With Sirens!&quot; He chuckled looking at me. &quot;Alright, let's just do i..</description>
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			<title>Brace.</title>
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