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			<title>Simple Thing</title>
			<description>	&quot;Let's go to the park,&quot; she says.	Such a simple thing. I laugh eagerly, and we dash through the house. We yell our farewells to her parents as we leave. She opens the garage with a few numbers punched into a keypad and we grab old battered skooters from a dusty cobweb-filled corner.	And then we're ..</description>
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			<title>Screams</title>
			<description>I bolt awake, shivering underneath my warm blankets. I swallow a sob and swing my bare feet off the bed. I flinch when they connect with the cold hardwood floor and take a deep breath. I push myself slowly off the mattress and tread lightly to my door, opening it as quietly as I can. Then I walk, he..</description>
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			<title>Memories</title>
			<description>I push through the crowd, and duck under the bright yellow caution tapeI hear a gruff voice scolding me from behindbut I only have eyes for what&amp;rsquo;s in front of meHis body is sprawled on the cementstill, too stillI scream and cry, tears pouring down my cheeksNo! This can&amp;rsquo;t happenMy once wh..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>He said the rain is the earths way of telling you not to cry because it&amp;rsquo;s doing that for you.So on the day of my brother&amp;rsquo;s funeral, when it rained, I didn&amp;rsquo;t cry. My mom cried. The tears poured from her eyes and the sobs poured from her lips.But I did not.My dad cried. Silent sobs t..</description>
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			<title>Rain</title>
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			<title>Connecting Stars</title>
			<description>	It's midnight. I'm supposed to do it now. But I don't. I stay up in the tree, listening to...nothing. I love this time of night, when everything is silent and dark and peaceful. When you're free to think whatever you want, and no one is there to judge you. When you can finally take off your mask.	I..</description>
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