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			<title>Seven</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Answerthe f*****g phone!&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo;I tried to sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. It was a while before theyadjusted to the dark.&amp;ldquo;Elliot!Answer your phone! It&amp;rsquo;s pissing me off!&amp;rdquo; Stephen was screaming from upstairs.Igroaned, an..</description>
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			<title>Six</title>
			<description>Iopened the door, and as soon as I walked in, I knew that my mom was home,because I could smell her cigarettes. She smoked these weird &amp;ldquo;herbal&amp;rdquo;cigarettes that were apparently tobacco free or something, and they alwayssmelled kind of spicy.&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;mhome.&amp;rdquo..</description>
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			<title>Five</title>
			<description>Onthe bus, I decided to text the Adder. He was my main man for getting most anydrug I wanted, although I chose to stick mostly with weed. The bus was mostlyfull, so I ended up sitting next to this chubby dude in an expensive lookinggray suit.hey man, i need about 3g by tom.can ..</description>
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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>Stitchesand Chris had left already, so I got my jacket out of my locker and walked tothe bus stop alone. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t that cold, but the wind was messing my hairaround and blowing it into my eyes. At the bus shelter, I dug out some changeand my iPod, and plugged my headphones into..</description>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>Physicswas my last class of the day. When the bell rang to signify the end of my timein Mr Redd&amp;rsquo;s class, I packed up my back and intended to walk out with Stitches,but Mr Redd called me over to his desk.&amp;ldquo;Seeya, wouldn&amp;rsquo;t wanna be ya!&amp;rdquo; Stitches smirked and w..</description>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>WhenI went to English class, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t there. Hugo did attendance, and pausedafter saying Ruth&amp;rsquo;s name, but there was silence. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t surprising; Ruthoften skipped classes to smoke or toke or just leave or whatever, but today wasdifferent. I don&amp;rsquo;t know why...</description>
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			<title>Ruthless</title>
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