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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Chapter Three &quot;Come on Max, You're going to be late if you don't hurry up.&quot; I yell down the hall. Zie and I have been going out for two weeks now and this week they are staying at my house, which I haven't exactly told my parents about. Max rushes down the hall and grabs my hand as I grab Zie's and ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Chapter Two &amp;nbsp;We pick up Alex and Malissa who sigh when they see Max. Malissa keeps her mouth shut, but Alex can't help himself. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Why is your kid brother in the car?&quot; I smack his arm and he smiles. Zie looks over at me as Max starts yelling about something. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>How, Who, What, Why, Where, When</title>
			<description>Explains how i feel about life</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Chapter One Walking down the halls of my school for the first time in a month is quite a bit like being the new kid. Everyone stops what the are doing to stare and whisper, but no one has the courage to come up and say anything to me. Even my best friends are avoiding me and it makes me think about ..</description>
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			<title>Preface</title>
			<description>Preface&quot;Please, I'm sorry. I&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;need one last chance. I'll do anything.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The man on the throne looked at me and i winced back. I had no right to order Him around. I was the one who took my life, not Him. He looks at me with pity and sighs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I know that you ar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessCecile/1645961/</link>
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			<title>One Last Chance</title>
			<description>Ashton Night gets one last chance at life to prove he can do something better. Like saving the girl he loves who has been kidnapped.</description>
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			<title>Imagine</title>
			<description>                                                            ImagineImagine your selfAlone in your headYou're hanging,danglingFrom a silver threadEmpty,aloneWith the monsters withinInternally screamingYou just want to give now imagine that's youEveryday, every hourForever sinkin..</description>
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			<title>Dad</title>
			<description>How I feel about my dad and exactly what I told him.</description>
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			<title>What If...</title>
			<description>My feelings they may relate to more than one of you.</description>
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