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			<title>The Plan</title>
			<description>It's been a few days since Devin has spoken to me about our discussion. I think I scare him, but why? How could a 95 pound girl scare him? Maybe it's because of my past, I wonder what is hidden in his past. It is dark outside but seems bright in the hallway. The rooms are near soundproof besides..</description>
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			<title>The Beginning of The End</title>
			<description>I dreamt of him again. It feels like a never ending nightmare. Waking up every morning with freshly stained cheeks from my own tears and a seeming earth shattering pain from sitting in a cage. I often think, &quot;Why keep going? What have I to live for?&quot; Even though there are many girls here, I'm always..</description>
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			<title>the Trade</title>
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