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			<title>new begining</title>
			<description>wrighters note at the funeral she got a necklce in the shape of a heart with her dads aches it sed dad on the front and sara on the bach she never wore it it was left in her julery box</description>
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			<title>the news </title>
			<description>chapter 3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke up early the next morning my mom was home asleep on a chair my aunt on the couch. i dont remember much from that morning but i remember the night all to well. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>changing </title>
			<description>chapter 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2 weeks befor my 7th birthday my parents informed me that we would be movine on my birthday. if was fine with a change at first than we got to thje house it was a 3 beedroom apartment on 2nd floor i was wondering why..</description>
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			<title>when i was little </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chapter 1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today is Augst 17th 2010.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My name is&amp;nbsp;sara and i am 14 years old. this is the story about my life, and what it was like to be... well Me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>peices of me :/</title>
			<description>a young girl trying to make her mway threw life love and school.</description>
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