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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>There wasn't much to the flight from Los Angeles to Savannah, Georgia. Mom and Dan had been sleeping in the next row, snoring on one another's shoulders. It took my earphones, two pillows, and blasting my music up to drown them out. I felt bad for the poor suckers in front of them.While the flight w..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&quot;Be reasonable, Tori,&quot; mom said, crossing her legs impatiently. &quot;This isn't the end of the world.&quot;&quot;Really?&quot; I grumbled, shoving the contents of my dresser drawer into my lime green suitcase. &quot;Because it certainly feels like it.&quot;Mom sat on my twin bed, stripped of its sheets and any proof that it bel..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&quot;Congratulations!&quot;I frowned as I sat in my chair in Darcy's backyard and watched our guests raise their champagne glasses in a toast. I lazily toasted my own solo cup up to tap against my friends' (filled with sparkling grape juice, courtesy of parents roaming around). Why did mom have to get a prom..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>When I was six years old, I knew I had found the man of my dreams.Okay. That's a slight exaggeration.He was a&amp;nbsp;boy,&amp;nbsp;and he was six, too.I met Chase Wentworth in kindergarten. He and my other childhood friend, Miles Henderson, would come over after school almost every day to eat cookies. My ..</description>
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			<title>Victoria's Secret</title>
			<description>After getting dumped by her childhood crush, Tori Allen transforms herself from fat to fab. Years later, she returns to the town that broke her heart determined to win over the boy that started it all</description>
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