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			<title>Still</title>
			<description>A crisis they called it but to me it was more than that, like my world being set on fire and the flames being smothered inside my swollen heart. I wanted to run, seeing Jett laying in that silent space of velvet and deep reds, his favorite color. He looked so stiff and fake. He would never wear a su..</description>
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			<title>Smother</title>
			<description>When someone you love dies, people ask you how you&amp;rsquo;re doing, but they don&amp;rsquo;t really want to know. They seek affirmation that you&amp;rsquo;re okay, that you appreciate their concern, that life goes on and so can</description>
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			<title>Chapter One </title>
			<description>&quot; I don't just want to know you.&quot; he said, his lips pressed against my ear, sending ripples of pleasure down to my fingertips. &quot;I want to know about you. Everything.&quot; I trembled under his touch, his soft yet rough hands so gentle against my bare shoulder.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Harry, it's not that simple.&quot; he smirk..</description>
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			<title>Midnight Memories</title>
			<description>I dont just want to know you. &quot;He said,his lips pressed against my ear, sending ripples of pleasure down to my fingertips. &quot;I want to know about you.&quot; I trembled under his touch, his soft yet big and </description>
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