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			<title>Chapter 4. -diary entry.</title>
			<description>October 28, 2010.I think I shall come up with a name for you, my diary. Hmmm...I shall call you...Jane. That's pretty.(: Well, I had a pretty good day today in school. I yelled at a retarded lunch monitor. I said, &quot;that's f*****g bullshit!&quot; Haa. Yeah my boyfriend had to go to the office for throwing..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3. -diary entry.</title>
			<description>October 20, 2010.Well, I have decided to have a diary. Ha, it's kinda lame but I need to get everything out somehow. My friends or my parents would not like what I write in here, that's why I must keep it private. In you, dear diary, I will write my dirtiest secrets. I choose to write you because, I..</description>
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			<title>chapter 2</title>
			<description>&quot;Vivian, give me another hit.&quot; I look at her, smile and give her the bubbler. I glance around at all of the lights, and I love it. The music blares and all of the people are high and drunk and dirty dancing. These are my people. This is the world I choose to live in. Michael leans in and breathes on..</description>
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			<title>chapter 1</title>
			<description>the first chapter of my random book. so far i'm just going with the flow.</description>
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			<title>still thinking of title (:</title>
			<description>&quot;I'm not afraid.&quot; I say, feeling his ragged breath behind me. &quot;Yes, yes you are. Don't hide it Vivian. His fingers tangle in my ear. &quot;Just let yourself go.&quot; </description>
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			<title>When I'm Gone..</title>
			<description>Lilly is a fifteen year old girl who struggles with addiction and her parents always fighting. </description>
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