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			<title>Up in Flames</title>
			<description>&quot;Then, the screaming started. It was shrill and high with low tones hidden underneath. It sounded like the sky was being ripped apart.&quot;</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Dylan turned off the camera, popped the lens cap back on, and slipped the video camera back into his backpack. He made to stand up, but Beatrice grabbed his arm and tugged him back down onto his knees. He stared at her, &quot;What's your problem? I thought we were going to the park.&quot;Beatrice shook her he..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>I scratched my fork on the plate absentmindedly, making swirls in the syrup. Mom sat up suddenly beside me, pushing her half-eaten waffles away from her, and wiped her mouth. Grandma looked up, &quot;Ready so soon?&quot;Mom sighed and her shoulders sank, &quot;We have a meeting with the lawyer for dinner. I need t..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>I didn't like driving the six hours to Grandma's house with a crying Mom. So when Grandma's large old house came into view and Mom stopped the car, I jumped out as fast as I could.&quot;Aw, man.&quot;I had stepped into the deepest puddle I had ever seen. My entire shoe and the bottom of my jeans were soaked. ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>I called 911. When they arrived, they told me she was dead.They took the body away. &amp;nbsp;After asking where my parents were, they made me call mybest friend's mom, telling her to stay with me until my parents got off theirflight. Then they left.&amp;nbsp;Mrs. Crothers had arrived quickly and now ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&quot;We'll be back in a few hours. Don't call us &quot; we'll be on the plane.&quot;I nodded and rubbed the back of the neck, the phone pressing uncomfortably against my ear. &quot;Okay, Mom.&quot;&quot;Can I talk to Caroline?&quot;I looked over at my sister. She was curled up in a ball of gray sweats, only her tear-streaked face pe..</description>
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			<title>Slipping Sideways</title>
			<description>The summer before ninth grade, Roger Parsons&amp;rsquo;s sister commits suicide. Sent to his grandma&amp;rsquo;s house, Roger is caught in a web of lies and secrets that all lead back to his sister.</description>
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