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			<title>Chapter one- sweet land and sour skies</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;Wanna jelly bean?&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;Mary Ellen reached into her crumples lunch sack. &amp;nbsp;She stretched out her fist to me and dumped a rainbow of little round candies. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;They ain&amp;rsquo;t those belly candies or nothing. &amp;nbsp;But I picked out those nasty lick-rich ones. &amp;nbsp;Why some..</description>
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			<description>beginning chapter 1  Main character Georgie from Saint Louis is shipped off to live with her aunt in uncle in a small town in South east Missouri. </description>
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			<title> Literally- Holy Crap</title>
			<description>																		Literally- Holy Crap							                                                                                                                                        																    My nine year old asked me today who is god.&amp;nbsp; I think he heard it off the b**b ..</description>
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			<title>huh</title>
			<description>																		huh?							                                                                                                                                        																    lipstick, eyeliner, blush and bronzer.&amp;nbsp; she stands there, in the flourescent lit aisle.&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<title>taste my rainbow</title>
			<description>I noticed her mid September.  Barely enough time passed for our little lunch group to be called a clique.  She sat between the softball hoss and the soccer dreamboat.  Skittles. That is all she ever ate at lunch, skittles and Mr. Pibb.  At first I thought nothing of it.  But after the first ..</description>
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