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			<title>Five</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Friday. It would be considered my favorite day if NOT for these reasons:1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was pulling back from the world. Meaning everyone. (Why? Because I hate life, that&amp;rsquo;s why. No one leaves me alone and no one respects me in the right ways.)2...</description>
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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Ugh. Whoever said Mondays were the worst didn&amp;rsquo;t live until Wednesday. The crossing point of the week; the wonderful time between starting and ending. Stupid Socrates. &amp;ldquo;Hey, Katy.&amp;rdquo; Nathan&amp;rsquo;s car pulled up alongside mine. I had gotten a little lost that morning, taking..</description>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The next day, I woke up and literally fell out of bed. Empty boxes were overturned around me and my room was finally coming together. I had put up white linen curtains above my large window that overlooked the forest in the back of the property. I could even make out a faint lake, though it ..</description>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;So you&amp;rsquo;re the new girl everyone&amp;rsquo;s been briefed about,&amp;rdquo; Rosie said as I discreetly moved my desk closer to&amp;nbsp;hers. Mrs. Tate had begun talking and I barely had time to pull out a sheet of paper and a pencil.&amp;ldquo;Here.&amp;rdquo; Rosie reached over and handed me a p..</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Is there ever enough time for me in my day? The answer is no, no there is not. Between school, work, and picking up Jones and Jesse at their sixth-grade orientation, there is never enough time for just me. It&amp;rsquo;s only the first day in this wretched town, and I&amp;rsquo;m already hating it. ..</description>
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			<title>Katja in Wonderland</title>
			<description>Can Katja survive her life...the one that's definitely not headed after the bunny that talks and the land with the Cheshire cat?
Katja S. M. Witte hates a lot of things in life. She's definitely not in the laand with the bunny who runs out of time. Or th</description>
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