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			<title>If You Don't Know - Ch 4: Assumptions</title>
			<description>Lukes Perspective*The second bell had rang, signaling it was time for everyone to get inside the building and into their appropriate classrooms. Ash and I had English Lit first period. Cal and Mikey had Trig with Nat and Nicole. We all went our separate ways and headed to our classes. Ash was going ..</description>
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			<title>If You Don't Know - Ch 3: Have A Great F*****g Day</title>
			<description>I awoke on the cold tile floor of my bathroom. I looked down to my arm which was stinging with slight pain and irritation. Dry blood trailed down to my fingertips. I sighed heavily before opening one of the drawers beneath my vanity sink top. I fidgeted around in the drawer until I found the alcohol..</description>
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			<title>If You Don't Know - Ch 2: Reflection</title>
			<description>I should have got his name. He was thoughtful enough to help me. The least I could have done was told him my name at least. Ugh! Why was I so rude? Why do I care so much? Its not like I'll ever see him again. But still.. who was he? Why was he even on that bridge? I know he didn't follow me. He went..</description>
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			<title>If You Don't Know - Ch 1: Like The Song</title>
			<description>I'm gonna leave this s**t town someday. I will get out of here. Make a better life for myself somewhere. Anywhere. I'm not gonna live like this forever. No way, no how. Jaxon didn't have a chance to get out. They pushed him too much. They put too much pressure on him. Stay in school. Get a job. Focu..</description>
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