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			<title>The Comforter</title>
			<description>A story about two college students who see each other behind a friend's back.</description>
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			<title>No Good For Me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I had promised myself that I wouldstop talking to him. I had also promised my friends. I knew he wasn&amp;rsquo;t good forme but I was addicted. And like an addict I kept going back for more, timeafter time subjecting myself to the pain in which I had in some sick waytransl..</description>
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			<title>Faded Away</title>
			<description>sometimes words won't describe sometimes there aren't enough words to tell how I feel insidefrom hurt and pain anguish to despairthere seems to not be enough to tell all of what's therenever knew it could hurt so muchnever knew it could feel this wayall because of one little word said almost a thous..</description>
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			<title>Freshman Year</title>
			<description>A rough draft of the first chapter of my first novel.</description>
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