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		<description>The original writings of author Remy Road</description>
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			<title>Butt Raped</title>
			<description>Chapter 8Our towns hospital was like most things in our town. Under staffed with apathetic free-loaders as the employees. The first person we approached screamed, dropped the paper work in her hand, and ran away as fast her over-weight a*s could go. This was unfortunate, because not only was I t..</description>
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			<title>Why are you yelling at me?</title>
			<description>Chapter 7I sprinted to my closet trying to throw on clothes as fast as my gay a*s could, but it was useless. I didn&amp;rsquo;t know doors were capable of opening that fast, not too mention with that much noise. &amp;ldquo;Good morning princess! Get a late start?!&amp;rdquo; Addy screamed at me. Leave that ..</description>
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			<title>Hungethover</title>
			<description>Chapter 6The comfort of my bed couldn&amp;rsquo;t even help the mind spitting pain felt in my head. Well, all over actually. It felt like I had bruises everywhere, especially on my a*s. What was in my mouth? I moved it around like a dog with peanut-butter on the roof of his mouth. I found from my in..</description>
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			<title>&quot;I'm glad you're home. Well, did you really miss me?&quot;- Anita Ward</title>
			<description>Chapter 5Knock with the fist at the top, then a slam with the elbow in the center, and finally a kick to the bottom of the door. &amp;ldquo;FUCKBITCHSUCKCOCKFUCKFUCKSHIT!&amp;rdquo; I looked down, and realized I had no shoes on. Where the f**k were they? I must have taken them off because Phil wears t..</description>
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			<title>Limbo</title>
			<description>Chapter 4First to come back was the feeling. There was an incredible numbness, but I knew I must be hot because I could feel the sweat dripping from my face. I felt my head on the back of the most comfortable thigh in the world. Then I tasted something worse than a rim job. It was like someone h..</description>
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			<title>Liquor Before Beer</title>
			<description>Chapter 3I sprinted through the field toward that godforsaken high school. I felt like a boy with a crush because my stomach flipped upside down.This wasn&amp;rsquo;t love. Love is a beautiful storm that no amount of preparation can ready you for. It tears through your life so many times, and if t..</description>
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			<title>M&amp;eacute;nage &amp;agrave; trois </title>
			<description>Chapter 2After school I said my goodbye&amp;rsquo;s to Addy.&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;d hug you but I&amp;rsquo;d get AIDS.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;d touch you, but I&amp;rsquo;d get stuck in your rolls.&amp;rdquo;Then I proceeded to the school&amp;rsquo;s back entrance. The front entrance is just asking for an a*s kicking..</description>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>Chapter 1&amp;ldquo;Why don&amp;rsquo;t we lose our virginities?&amp;rdquo; My best friend asked nonchalantly over the lunch table that afternoon. In reality it probably wasn&amp;rsquo;t fair to call her my best friend, because she was my only friend. Another reality was that it was hard to say something like t..</description>
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			<title>Trio</title>
			<description>Two things matter most in life. Love and death. </description>
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