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			<title>Chapter 5- The One?</title>
			<description>It was now a week untilschool started again, and everywhere that you looked you found some kind ofback-to-school sale. Alex and I went to an Owl City concert (it&amp;rsquo;s her favoriteband) and I came home to seeing Bruce passed out on the couch and my mom justcom..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4- Old Teachers and Reminiscing</title>
			<description>A week later, Mom and Iwere at Walmart, looking for school supplies. It all went well, all up until Idecided to go and look at CDs.&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3- Church on Sunday</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I woke up around 8:30 that nextmorning. I rolled out of bed and put the sheets back on, making it look like Iwas never there. I walked out into the hall and smelled bacon, so I made my wayto the kitchen. Alex was at the table,..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2- A Battle of Epic Proportions</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m halfway to Alex&amp;rsquo;s house by now. Ihave a skateboard, but I don&amp;rsquo;t use it for transportation. And I don&amp;rsquo;t have abike, so I&amp;rsquo;m stuck with walking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1- My (not so) Fantastic Family</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I think this would look great on you,&amp;rdquo; my momtells me as she holds up a green and orange polo shirt. &amp;ldquo;Why don&amp;rsquo;t you go tryit on?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She handed me the shirt and I justlooked at it...</description>
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			<title>Confessions of a Teenage Outcast</title>
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			<title>My Best Friend</title>
			<description>My best friend's a little different than most peoples'. Wanna know why? Keep reading!</description>
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			<title>The Night To Remember</title>
			<description>In language class we had to write fairy tales based off of an experience that happened to us, so I wrote about my very first school dance and how I found my very own &quot;Prince Charming.&quot;</description>
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