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		<description>The original writings of author Timmie</description>
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			<title>A disgrace by the media</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;In the darkest hour of your career, would you want international news coverage of it, highlighting everything you did wrong since the day you were born? This might be why Hollywood is seemingly dying out.They don't deserve to be the news. They are like us, and they have no political powe..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>Chase sat on my bed, examining the room a little more closely than he had last night. He also seemed more comfortable. His small, slender body didn't take up much space on my queen-sized mattress, but neither did mine.I wasn't sure where to sit, so I stood by my dresser, weighing out the gram he w..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>I opened my eyes to silence. My room was dark, the curtains thick enough to block out the daylight. I looked over to the clock, I was an hour earlier than I'd anticipated.'F**k,' I thought. 'I really should be using my weekends to sleep.'Mom was probably at work, and my brother probably had some..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>Again, Chase was back to his social awkwardness as he stood in the musical silence of my brother's room.My brother was busy talking through the headset he usually wore. He was a coding designer for a few local websites, and stayed in constant contact with the web, and associates in the area. When ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>I was really glad it wasn't cold out, yet. I had one of my heavier sweaters on, and my backpack snugly fit on my shoulder. I stood by the class door and waited patiently for the bell to ring.Mrs. Campbell was sitting at her desk, talking to one of the school's infamous brown-nosers, Jake. Mrs. Cam..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>My friends decided they were not going to be attending the rainbow groups anymore, and I had decided the same thing. As much as I wanted to see Chase, something told me he wouldn't be attending that group, neither.It was seventeen days before I saw him again. I was sitting at my usual table in the..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Just the beginning.</description>
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			<title>My Story</title>
			<description>A story about a teenager's first love.</description>
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