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		<description>The original writings of author GMAngel</description>
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			<title>Chapter 14</title>
			<description>&quot;It is the highest form of self-respect to admit our errors and mistakes and make amends for them.&quot; -Dale TurnerBreathe, I thought to myself as I sat in the shallow end of the pool, watching Alexander do laps. I sucked in a large breath and then slowly let it slip through my pursed lips.I ki..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 13</title>
			<description>&quot;No change can come if those who are impacted the most by discrimination are not willing to stand up for themselves.&quot; -Zainab SalbiI stiffly walked through the kitchen and into the pantry, approaching the large steel door of the freezer with Alexander trailing lazily behind me.Quickly, I yanked the ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 12</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;They say,&amp;nbsp;'The more the merrier.'&amp;nbsp;So we all are taking part in wishing you a day that's just perfect from the start ...&amp;rdquo;I followed the scent of bacon and cinnamon into the kitchen only to find Lianne standing by the stove with a spatula in her hand and an apron around her slen..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 11</title>
			<description>&quot;The flapper is the most precious piece of femininity in the world. And I know. For I have seen the Paris flappers, the London floppers and the&amp;nbsp;German&amp;nbsp;fluppers, to say nothing of the Berlin type...She has self-assurance, though. That is the product of the times.&quot; -Miss Lucy Fox, of the cas..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>&quot;When loneliness is a constant state of being, it harkens back to a childhood wherein neglect and abandonment were the landscape of life.&quot;&amp;#8213; Alexandra KatehakisThe sound of whimpering and scratching at the bathroom door broke me from my thoughts. I hesitantly yanked the door open to find Casper..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>&quot;You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#8213; Megan Chance, The SpiritualistI walked out of the living room with Serena and Alexander following behind me. We walked into the main hallway and I stopped ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>&quot;Talent is God given. Be humble. Fame is man-given. Be grateful. Conceit is self-given. Be careful.&quot; --John WoodenAfter dinner, things had pretty much settled down. We all gathered in the living room as conversation continued to flow even after we had left the table. That is until a sudden awkward s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>&quot;Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.&quot;&amp;#8213; Khalil GibranAfter my initial shock of seeing what was on the paper, I quickly stuffed the picture into my portfolio, ran out of the room, and walked quickly to my bike.Kierra met me at the front door and without a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>&quot;Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.&quot;&amp;#8213; Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIt was Friday morning, the day that the house guests were arriving for dinner.I groaned frustrated and pressed my face into my pillow.&amp;nbsp;Great, more work for the maid,&amp;nbsp;I thought a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&quot;I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.&quot; --Rene DescartesFinally, I am here. My haven. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I stared at the image before me. The room was extremely large.It was pretty much made up of a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&quot;There is no room for trash where treasure sits.&quot;--Kierra KinsleyIt's been 3 hours.I'm tired, hungry, and pretty much just fed up with today. Terra came home around 4 after hanging with her friends.First thing she did when she walked through the door was throw her jacket and backpack on the ground a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&quot;We live in a world where unfortunately the distinction between true and false appears to become increasingly blurred by manipulation of facts, by exploitation of uncritical minds, and by the pollution of the language.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#8213; Arne TiseliusI rolled over onto my back as I attempted to get mysel..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&quot;The love of a father is worth more than a thousand gems.&quot;I arrived at the large gates with the two large K's engraved into the design, reached up to put in the security code to unlock the gates, and watched as they swung open effortlessly.I rode up the driveway and into the garage where I turned of..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.--Leo BuscagliaSunlight poured through my open curtains as morning finally reared its ugly head.Groaning, I rolled over and laid there for a few minutes contemplating whether it would be worth it..</description>
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			<title>A Beautiful Lie</title>
			<description>Everything Callista Ronan thought she knew about her life suddenly turns out to be a lie. With help from friends, she uncovers the secret behind her birth and the truth that has been kept from her.</description>
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