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			<title>If Anyone Was Normal Here..</title>
			<description>Chapter 1:Ella Steckbauer lived an un-normal life. She lived in a place far away from here, named&amp;nbsp;Villaville.&amp;nbsp;She had long red hair, and freckles across her face. She had two parents, and one brother. Yes, that sounds pretty normal, but you just read the rest. Every morning, Ella's mother,..</description>
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			<title>The bottom.</title>
			<description>To anyone that you love, or loved, and miss. 
Because there is a bunch of people out there that i love.
I love you&lt;/3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AileB./612410/</link>
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			<title>SOMEWHAT, normal.</title>
			<description>&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;&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We came from being..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Things People don't Understand</title>
			<description>Things that people don't understand..&amp;nbsp;Is that..People all have emotion..And people all feel the same thing once in their life.And people feel for other people..Sometimes good, and sometimes bad.Sometimes love, and sometimes hate.And something that people don't understand, Is tha..</description>
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			<title>It's just different.</title>
			<description>&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love everything about you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The way your smile lights up the world when you're happy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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