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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>I'm awaken by the sun a few hours after. This route I have, running, sleeping here for a week, and walking around is going to be the death of me, I swear it. I grab the yellow skinned apple from my pack and munch on it while I think about tonight. Of Mice &amp; Men are like my guardian angels, their mus..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>I get to use gas station 10 minutes later, to find five cars parked, one of the five is at a pump. The bright LED lights blind me from walking in the alleys on the way here, but I must get that ticket. I reached the door and hold it open two teens walk out.&quot;Motherf*cker, we were this f*cking close m..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>For the past two days, I have been basically just riding the bus and walking around the town, occasionally going to the market for a little loaf of bread or an apple.&amp;nbsp;People are talking more and more about the upcoming concert tomorrow night. I wish I could go, but I have only a flimsy ten doll..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>A warm hand rests on my shoulder shaking me slightly.&quot;Hm?&quot; I stretch, but immediately stop from pain.&quot;You need to get off now, sorry hun. See you tomorrow?&quot; Joe asks, his bushy eyebrows scrounge together.I nod, &quot;You betcha, if anything thing happens, I'll text you. Thanks, Joe.&quot; I stand and hug him...</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I grab my pack and run out of there as fast as my legs would carry me. He screams and curses at me as I let the wind take me, only looking back once I'm a block away. He has gone back inside now, slamming the door as loud as he can, to show everyone to &amp;lsquo;leave me the f*ck alone&amp;rsquo;. As I fac..</description>
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			<title>You're Not Alone, You're With Me</title>
			<description>Anna's an 18 year old living at home with her step dad. Abuse happens each day, but what's a girl to do? She runs away. What happens when she gets the chance to go see the band that has saved her?OM&amp;M</description>
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