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			<title>Ch. 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;CH.2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After about 2 hours and having to sit through total silence we had finally arrived to an agency that dealt with foreign exchange students. It was there that I had departed from Rapha after he slipped a note into my hand and met Mr. S..</description>
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			<title>Ch. 1</title>
			<description>Walking down the small, narrow dirt, path the soft aroma of the sweet cherry blossom petals and salty sea water seemed to fuse together and linger in the air. After walking alongside the edge of the cherry blossom grove that was marked by a steep cliff dropping into the sea I realized it was time ..</description>
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			<title>Sakura Storm</title>
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			<title>Ch. 6</title>
			<description>Together this time we went father into the woods. In the midst of searching a sudden jolt came into my, not a good sign at all.&amp;ldquo;Some one is in trouble.&amp;rdquo; I said before I started a sprint towards camp. Suddenly a deep pain came over me and I quickly winced. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t bleeding nor ..</description>
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			<title>Ch. 1</title>
			<description>Palmers was my home, my sanctuary, and to sum it all up my everything. Until the day when Sister Angela the founder of Palmers had picked me up I felt like I had nothing worth living for. I would be beaten, starved because no one offered to feed me, I lived on the streets because the screams of my..</description>
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			<title>A Blood Soaked Path in Vegeance</title>
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			<title>Ch. 5</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Ch. 5Crawling out of my bed seemed like the proper phrase at the moment. As I grabbed whatever I could to get myself up and out of bed, my knees buckled weakly and I toppled over onto the floor. I knew that one of my &amp;ldquo;sessions&amp;rdquo; was about to begin, but as I dragged my sorry ..</description>
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			<title>Ch. 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of course my wish was not granted and I woke up from my past that still left me shaking and having a cold sweat. Which was exactly what I deserved. It&amp;rsquo;s been this way for 3 years now. My nightmares were reminders of the unforgivable things that I have done, and even if it left m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alaznej/462377/</link>
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			<title>Ch.3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I knew I was approaching the festival grounds without a problem. The smell of sweet foods such as mouth watering funnel cake, and cotton candy. As I walked into the courtyard I simply stopped for a moment o see that the flame torches , candles that were placed on tall iron..</description>
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			<title>Ch.2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After waking up to the cold and smooth hard wood floor, I started to question just where the heck I was waking up from. Giving an annoyed groan at the alarm clock that wouldn&amp;rsquo;t shut up I quickly went over to press the snooze button. My back then started to get stiff and..</description>
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			<title>Ch. 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ch. 1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#12288;I wrinkled my nose in distaste as I got a big whiff of strong perfume that was wafting through the air. Honestly I&amp;rsquo;m surprised that I haven&amp;rsquo;t been poisoned yet from having our dorm smelling like an Abercrombie store, the smell wa..</description>
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			<title>Connections</title>
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