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			<title>REAL Hoods.</title>
			<description>I couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep that night. The whooshing of the wind outside moaned as if it was calling me, tree&amp;rsquo;s would tap on my window and little drops of rain would hit the roof just as I was about to doze off to go to my world with Connor and Nickolas.I quietly got up being sure not to walk ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2. Bashing Ears.</title>
			<description>I awoke the next morning on the couch in my room. It was incredibly sad how I was so tired I couldn&amp;rsquo;t even reach my bed, or maybe it was the fact that pictures were spread all over it. I had no idea what to do with these memories, many things rushed through my head to solve this dilemma. You..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1. I Hate Funerals.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;September 13th, 1955. The day Nickolas and Connor Malcolm died. I&amp;rsquo;m at their funeral, it&amp;rsquo;s a warm day and the sun is soaking through my black dress making me feel as if I&amp;rsquo;m about to fall into that hole with them. They had graves right beside each other. In t..</description>
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			<title>Runaways Can Lose Their Way Too.</title>
			<description>Adorabella lives in the 50's. She never thought she would get into a fight, until it happened. Adora liked it...until finding out he wasn't going to let her get away with it. Now she's just trying to stay alive.</description>
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