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			<title>5.</title>
			<description>&quot;Bimbo&quot; wasn't a word I thought of much. &quot;Barbie&quot; was a toy all my friends had in elementary school. &quot;Floozy,&quot; among other words, is what one of my mom's late-night visitors called her when she told them her belly was round with another man's baby.When I saw Dr. SInclair, those words came rushing to..</description>
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			<title>4.</title>
			<description>I drifted in and out for a long time.There was lots of beeping and thrumming. Machines. Needle pinches.I saw the whiteness of the hospital walls momentarily, then I was out again.The distinct murmur of doctor voices buzzed in my ears. I searched through the hum for Dr. Marcy's voice with no luck.Gav..</description>
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			<title>Sold</title>
			<description>For a contest, just 'cause I can</description>
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			<title>3.</title>
			<description>The water wrapped me up in a vain attempt to comfort me. Even though the my skin was on the verge of being burned by the bath water, I still managed to feel cold.I hadn't felt warm since I saw Nettie in the casket. I touched her cheek. It was frozen.The chill spread from my finger tips and hadn't le..</description>
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			<title>2.</title>
			<description>&quot;Hey Emmy!&quot;Gavin's sing-song voice from across the apartment. I knew he wanted me to come tell him the ant story. He only called me like that when he wanted to hear it again.My body wouldn't pick itself up, though. The kitchen table was cool under my cheek. It was easier stay slumped over than drag ..</description>
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			<title>1.</title>
			<description>We reached the hallway just as they rushed past us, urgently shouting. Someone ran off down the hall we'd just come from.That's when I saw her face.&amp;nbsp;There was a red sheet under her. No, a white sheet.&amp;nbsp;A white sheet with a growing red stain.If the hospital had been silent, everyone would ha..</description>
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			<title>0.</title>
			<description>&quot;I haven't seen Nettie in a while, why hasn't she been around?&quot;Even lying in a hospital bed, she still managed to make my blood boil. The humming and beeping of all the machines she was hooked up to didn't help either.&quot;Road trip,&quot; I mumbled, regretting ever deciding to be the good daughter and who v..</description>
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			<title>Intro</title>
			<description>This is Emiline and her demons. She hates them. She befriends them. She loves them.They consume her.This is Annalise and her demons. She hates them. She befriends them. She loves them.They consume her.This is Corbin and his demons. He hated them. He befriended them. He loved them.They consumed him.&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Emiline</title>
			<description>The path to self destruction isn't always traveled alone.</description>
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