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			<title>Chapter 5: &quot;I Want Ice Cream!!!&quot;</title>
			<description>Chapter 5: Middnight Valentine Johnson&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I lay in a bed of sweet smelling roses beside what could be considered a god. It feels as if there is a thin blanket of electricity between us. I looked up at his face and felt the urge to caress his che..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: And I didn't care</title>
			<description>Chapter 4:Austin James CerilioI lied down beside Middnight and slowly fell asleep.I woke to the sound of blood curdling scream. Middnight was screaming and she didn&amp;rsquo;t even have her eyes open. And then it hit me, &amp;lsquo;I have trouble sleeping without music.&amp;rsquo; I hopped out of bed run..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3:I screamed until my lungs ached.</title>
			<description>Chapter 3:Middnight Valentine Johnson&amp;nbsp;I woke up to someone whispering my name in my ear. My eyes shot open and I looked at my surroundings. I was in a dark limo, in front of a large castle. It was beautiful; flowers decorated the path to the French doors. There was a fountain resting on s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: I relaxed into my seat, and prepared for the long ride home.</title>
			<description>Chapter 2:Lord Austin James Cerilio *Pronounced SIR-RIL-LEE-OH (pic of him &amp;lt;)I looked up from my shoes to see a breathtaking girl. She was absolutely stunning. She had high cheekbones, full soft-looking red lips, black hair that flowed around her heart shaped face. I looked her over head to..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 to A heartless soul can't love...: I looked up and saw the most beautiful people...</title>
			<description>I sat on my couch next to my best friend Emily, smiling at the happy ending of Beauty and the Beast. It was movie night at my house, and luckily my night to choose what movie. Beauty and the Beast was my favorite Disney movie ever. I know it may sound weird considering I was a 17 year old girl, who ..</description>
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			<title>A heartless soul can't love... Or can it?</title>
			<description>Middnight Valentine Johnson is da name. I was born at exactly 12 AM (hence Middnight) on february 14 (hence Valentine). My story is complicated and meaningful and thts why im here to tell it!</description>
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			<title>chapter 3 (completely changed) :&quot;We need to talk...&quot;</title>
			<description>I stifled a gasp when I looked into the all too familiar dark blue eyes of the one and only James Alexandr Hernandez. I looked at him and saw nothing in his once emotional eyes. Back when I had been Sally Kurt he used to look at me as if I was his world, as if nothing could ever tear us apart. Even ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2:I turned around forgetting all my training and saw the last person I would have ever expec</title>
			<description>I stopped running and stretched out my long legs. I turn my head to the left and saw a family of three, playing on the beach. A dad, a mom, and a five year old girl. Memories came flooding back, a gasped at how strong they came on. Soon memories flooded my vision and I knew I had to sit down. I sat ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss_Stery/644340/</link>
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			<title>James Alexandr Hernandez</title>
			<description>Name:James Alexandr Hernandez&amp;nbsp;Favorite Color:Elecric Blue&amp;nbsp;Favorite Food:Spaghetti&amp;nbsp;Favorite Band:Blood on the Dance Floor, Bring Me The Horizon, Black Veil Brides&amp;nbsp;ParentsCynthia&amp;nbsp;Reyes &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Mark Hernandez (dead)&amp;nbsp;Siblings:Kaite (12)..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: On This Beautiful Day Something Was Wrong.</title>
			<description>I waked up to the deafening sound of my alarm clock. I turned my head and looked out into the beach, still dark. I slipped my feet off my bed&amp;nbsp;, and sat up in a&amp;nbsp;fluid motion. I slowly stood up stretching out my long elegant legs, arms, and back. My feet touched my soft dark colored carpet o..</description>
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			<title>Intro To My Life</title>
			<description>Hello my name is Fallen Love Angel Biersack. I have amazing blue eyes that put my dad's ( Andrew Dennis Biersack or better known as Andy Sixx) to shame. They can go&amp;nbsp;anywhere from the brightest clearest bluezto deep dark blue. I am skinny and exactly 5'5&quot;. I have a fit body with curves in every ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss_Stery/621774/</link>
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			<title>My Identity? Unknown.</title>
			<description>My name you ask,well I could give you a bunch of names,I have used for cover.For example Sally Kurt from New York.But truth be told my name is Fallen Love Angel Biersac.This is my tragic love story.</description>
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