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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>PATCH&amp;nbsp;Mom told me I'd been spending too much time inside on the computer and that I needed to get some fresh air. Fresh air is common in Michigan. Fresh, hot, sticky air, actually. None-the-less, I trudged outside and sat in the chair on the porch with my almost-dead copy of To Kill a Mocki..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>PENN&amp;nbsp;I sat in the same spot for hours.Hours upon hours upon hours.The phone rang endlessly in the background, but mom was not here to pick it up. I no longer answer the house phone, so I let it continue to ring.And ring, and ring, and ring.I was holding To Kill a Mockingbird in my hands, on..</description>
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			<title>My Calamity</title>
			<description>And I'm floating. And it's like this amazing, amazing feeling. I'm free. And I'm safe. But then I realize. I'm completely alone.</description>
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