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			<title>2) Pancakes</title>
			<description>I woke up to the sound of humming.The tune being hummed sounded familiar but strange. I tried to get up but I just fell back down onto the sofa.What had happened to me? I only vaguely remember myself trying to open my front door but not being able to.... then... falling to the ground..... and ... be..</description>
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			<title>1) Party Invites</title>
			<description>The&amp;nbsp;Mystery&amp;nbsp;Guy&amp;nbsp;Next&amp;nbsp;Door&amp;nbsp;&amp;copy;&amp;nbsp;'Ethan Whitaker and Riley Stevens,' my heart skipped a beat.Seriously? Ethan the nerdy guy partnering up with me for a humanities project? Humanities was the one thing that I detested. Who really cared about it?Dayna, the school b***h. T..</description>
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			<title>The Mystery Guy Next Door</title>
			<description>&quot;I wanted to tell you how she felt under me; writhing and struggling. I wanted to tell you how I felt, I wanted to tell you how she tasted like. I wanted to tell you how I starved her body of blood. I</description>
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