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			<description>&amp;quot;Zach? Hey, it's Anna.&amp;quot; This was Anna's fourth time calling him. Her fourth voicemail. &amp;quot;Um, I'm just calling to see how England is. Well, not how England is... how you are. I hope you're having a good time. Um, call me back when you get this.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;She flipped her phone shut ..</description>
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			<title>Mad?</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Are you sure it looks good?&amp;quot; Katie asked frantically. She was almost ready for her date with John, and she was freaking out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Katie, you look amazing.&amp;quot; I said... again.&amp;nbsp;She exhaled. &amp;quot;Okay, I'm ready.&amp;quot; I heard a car pull up in the driveway and she sque..</description>
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			<title>Mistakes.</title>
			<description>The next few weeks, all Anna really did was mope around. She went back to her apartment in Denver, where she went to college at the Metropolitan State College of Denver, more commonly known as Metro State. She lived with her one roomate, Kayla.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;You're gonna have to do something eventu..</description>
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			<title>Leaving</title>
			<description>The rest of the night, all&amp;nbsp;Anna&amp;nbsp;could think about was what Zach had said to her. He was leaving? Going to Europe? Should she talk to him? Go to his house? No. She couldn't. She quickly pushed that idea to the back of her mind.&amp;nbsp;Maybe he had changed. Anna couldn't possibly imagine Z..</description>
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			<title>Sleepover</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;You wanna sleep over tonight?&amp;quot; my best friend, Katie, asked me during Civics on Friday.&amp;nbsp;I nodded as I copied down the notes that our teacher, Mr. Davis, was writing on the board. I slept at Katie's house almost every single Friday night. My parents think I should just move in wit..</description>
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			<title>Keep It a Secret...</title>
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			<title>Have a Good Life</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;So, what are you going to do now that you're back in town?&amp;quot; Linda asked her daughter during dinner that night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;I think I'm gonna go to Melany's tomorrow, to visit. I'm not sure about tonight. I'm really tired.&amp;quot; Anna replied. Melany was her best friend since thi..</description>
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			<title>Back in Town</title>
			<description>Anna pulled into the familiar driveway of the white house with the green roof. She'd been away from home for so long, she hoped her mom would recognize her. She took a deep breath before slowly turning the car off and stepping onto the hot asphalt. Anna hoped to death that she wouldn't see him. ..</description>
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			<title>Just Forget It</title>
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