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			<title>Epilogue.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Taylor&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Claire, I&amp;nbsp;love him! I am going to marry him someday and I&amp;nbsp;know it's sick, what I'm doing, but I'm doing it for me and I odn't care what anyone else thinks!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;I heard&amp;nbsp;her on the television, starring in a new movie Jenny's Mistake. I never knew t..</description>
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			<title>A Quick Visit.</title>
			<description>Very, very short chapter. It was oringially part of the epilogue but it didn't seem right.</description>
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			<title>Gone.</title>
			<description>As they called my flight number, I hugged Taylor tight and gave him the most romantic kiss I could give. I cried when I waved goodbye and I&amp;nbsp;knew he was crying, too. I got onto the plane and saw the doors shut behind me and I cried some more. I found my seat, thank goodness no one was sitting ne..</description>
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			<title>Packing After Prom.</title>
			<description>My feelings for Taylor never subsided and as prom came along, I kept falling deeper and deeper. He was such a support and everything was going smoothly. I didn't want to leave him and I will never, ever forget him. He was one of a kind and I just love him so much.&amp;nbsp;Night Of Junior Prom&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Back.</title>
			<description>My parents drove me back to my apartment. It was a long, silent, awkward ride home and I honestly did not want to be there. I brought my bags up and my parents came up with me. They explored through my apartment. Everything looked the same except there was a few ashes here and there. It smelled like..</description>
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			<title>Death. PART THREE.</title>
			<description>Okay, it is now back in Katrina's point of view. Yes, yes. Taylor's turn was very short; but this is MY dream. :)</description>
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			<title>Close.</title>
			<description>It was around midnight when my phone started vibrating. I looked at the front screen and it was Katrina. I picked up.&amp;quot;Hey, listen. I'm sorry for earlier. I made a mistake and I know --&amp;quot; I said. But she cut me off. She was making weird noises, it kind of sounded like she was gasping for..</description>
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			<title>Ex.</title>
			<description>I got home around 6 P.M. My mom asked me where I was and I just answered with &amp;quot;spending some time with Katrina.&amp;quot; She said she was happy for me and I ran upstairs, not bothering talking about it with her. I took my clothes off and hopped in the shower. When I got out, I threw on some SADDLE..</description>
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			<title>Listen.</title>
			<description>We acted out our scene very briefly and we skipped the part when we kissed. Total fail. I sat back down at my seat and a few more people performed. They bell rang and I dashed out of the room. Then I heard her voice calling after me.&amp;quot;Taylor! Taylor! Please talk to me,&amp;quot; she yelled. I tu..</description>
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			<title>Perfection. PART TWO.</title>
			<description>Taylor's point of view.
Only for the next four chapters though!</description>
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			<title>Why.</title>
			<description>I wanted to sleep. I remembered this was the, what, third time? Taylor and I broke up. I got into the shower and went to sleep. I woke up in the morning and when I was finished getting ready for school, I went into my kitchen for breakfast. Taylor was standing at my front door. Of course, how predic..</description>
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			<title>Need.</title>
			<description>I decided to go to Taylors this afternoon as a surprise, instead of him breaking into my place every day. I got out of my car and walked toward his house. The only sound I heard was the plops of my flip-flops and some horrible singing. Where was it coming from? Oh gosh. It was coming from Taylor's g..</description>
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			<title>Forever.</title>
			<description>I drove to the beach and I cried on my way there. I parked in the lot and walked across the beach to where the big rocks were. I didn't pay attention to the hot sand burning my feet, because it felt good. It didn't hurt at all compared to how much my heart was hurting. I sat on of the big rocks and ..</description>
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			<title>Saturday.</title>
			<description>I ignored his IM and layed next to Taylor on my couch. We were watching a movie but I'm guessing we fell asleep because I woke up around 11 AM when I felt an arm slump over my body.&amp;quot;What? Huh?&amp;quot; I said, confused. I saw Taylor right infront of me. I wanted to sleep more so I wrapped my a..</description>
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			<title>Surfing.</title>
			<description>When I got to study hall, Taylor was waiting impatiently and he looked pretty excited. He was smiling and literally bouncing in his chair. When I said down next to him he whisper-yelled.&amp;quot;Surfing!&amp;quot; he said.&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; I was confused.&amp;quot;We're going surfing today, baby!&amp;quot;..</description>
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			<title>Love Stories.</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Katrina! You never talk to me anymore! What's wrong with you?&amp;quot; James yelled over to me before homeroom when I was at my locker. He walked over and gave me tight hug. He was right, I never did talk to him anymore and thinking about it made me miss him.&amp;quot;I don't know. Sorry, Jay. I ha..</description>
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			<title>Happy.</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Hey, Kay. Listen, I can't come. I'm so sorry! I'm just broke right now and there's no way I can get there. I'm so sorry! Call me soon! Bye!&amp;quot;That was the voicemail Mikayla left me after not picking up my phone all night. I didn't want to call her back. I didn't want to hear that she co..</description>
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			<title>Call.</title>
			<description>Ring Ring Ring. I waited impatiently. Pick up already, I thought. Then I heard his voice.&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot; he said on the other line.&amp;quot;Come over. Now.&amp;quot; I said, trying to sound commanding. Then, I hung up before he had the chance to say no.About 15 minutes passed and I heard two hard ..</description>
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			<title>Again.</title>
			<description>Taylor called and said he couldn't pick me up this morning. I drove to school alone and when I slammed my locker shut, he wasn't there, which is weird because he always is. I went to homeroom and he was sitting in his regular seat, which is next to mine, and he didn't seem to notice that I walked in..</description>
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			<title>Who Are You?</title>
			<description>I called Taylor later and asked him to come. I apologized for not asking him to stay earlier, but he didn't mind. He came over and I didn't cry this time. We ordered some pizza and rented a movie. He said he had to go because his parents would be coming home any minute now. He jumped up from the cou..</description>
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			<title>Hate.</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Katrina, why are you going back to him? He broke your heart.&amp;quot; Romy asked.&amp;quot;Because I love him. You guys don't understand! I was willing to do anything to have him back! I need him in my life! You guys just don't understand!&amp;quot; I snapped.&amp;quot;YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS! YOU ..</description>
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			<title>Broken.</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;You went to him last night?!&amp;quot; Mikayla questioned.I told them everything about last night. I was devasted. Heart broken. I wanted to die.&amp;quot;Yes, he asked me to. I'm sorry for saying I was doing something else.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;WE DON'T CARE IF YOU WENT TO TAYLOR'S OR RAN ERRANDS. All we..</description>
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			<title>Best Friends.</title>
			<description>I heard some giggling and yelling outside. It was 9 A.M and today my best friends were coming at 3 in the afternoon. I was in my pajamas with my hair a mess and no make-up on. I was hoping it was Taylor, but they were girl voices outside my door. I opened my door, wondering who it was, hoping it was..</description>
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			<title>Crazy.</title>
			<description>I opened the door and found Taylor there. I saw the helmet in his hand. He brought his moped, probably to get here faster. He hugged me hard. He let go and stared into my eyes for a long time. I looked down after a minute or two after gazing. I walked over to my couch.&amp;quot;Taylor... things shou..</description>
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			<title>Old Friends.</title>
			<description>Before I called Taylor, I called Mikayla like I said I would. Maybe even get on 3-liner with my other bestfriend, Hannah. Ring, ring, ring...&amp;quot;Hello? Katrina?&amp;quot; I heard Mikayla's voice.&amp;quot;HEY GIRLY! What's up??&amp;quot; I tried to sound happy other than in shock.&amp;quot;Nothing really...</description>
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			<title>Mad.</title>
			<description>Taylor didn't talk to me for a few days. We sat at the same table at lunch but I only talked to James. I glanced over at Taylor very often, but he never seemed to look my way. I didn't understand why he was so mad! All I did was talk to a few girls and I didn't even believe the lies they told me! Th..</description>
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			<title>Don't Trust Anyone.</title>
			<description>For the next few weeks, Taylor and I kept growing closer and closer. I liked him. A lot. I'm not really sure if he liked me back, though. I started talking to his other friends, the ones I met on my first day. Frankie was probably my favorite. He was too easy to love. I don't understand why he doesn..</description>
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			<title>New.</title>
			<description>It was my first day at Saddle City Performing Arts High School. I moved here to California alone, without my parents, to attend this school. I was a junior, it was the middle of the year and&amp;nbsp;I didn't know one single person. I was wandering the halls during fifth period, trying to find the cafet..</description>
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			<title>Forever Yours</title>
			<description>Katrina lives in California alone, no parents, to attend the performing high school of her dreams. She meets a boy who she is madly in love with and they both face troubles during their junior year.</description>
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