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			<title>Chapter Nine: Casey</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was sleeping peacefully as I always do during the night when Chris was holding me tightly in his arms to his chest. While I was at my most relaxed moment a great pressure was pressed against my body at once as if a boulder was laying on top of me. &quot;Ah!&quot; I struggled a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight: Casey</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;You will do what...?&quot; Chris asked shakily while looking into my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;If you can't be an angel then I'm going to join you by being a fallen also...You know that I can't live without you&amp;nbsp;and its getting harder not being able to jus..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seven: Chris</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stumbled through the streets slowly while holding my side tightly with one arm, putting pressure over the bruises on my body. My face was still swollen and bruised up but because of the cold air it didn't hurt as much as the rest of my body did. I walked in bet..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six: Chris</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;You know that I hate you don't you, Mikayla?&quot; I asked while pulling&amp;nbsp;off my black hoodie hood off of&amp;nbsp;my face while walking down a dark alley with her by my side, skipping to the beat of my&amp;nbsp;foot steps.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;No you don't because..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five: Casey</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Who was that person in the car dropping you off?&quot; My mother asked while pacing back and forth in front of me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;It was Bre, I told you already.&quot; I said while holding both of my hands tightly in my lip trying to keep from showing that I was..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four: Chris</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I parked my car near the lake so I could walk on the edge and just think for a while before heading back to the lonely and&amp;nbsp;silent place I called home. I got out of the car and closed the&amp;nbsp;door behind&amp;nbsp;me as I walked&amp;nbsp;around the edge of the lake, pulling my c..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three: Casey</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stood in Chris' bathroom, looking in the mirror while fixing my hair so when i got home my mother wouldn't know where I have been. I took a shower, changed clothes, and&amp;nbsp;finished getting ready. Since, after last night's nightmare I got little sleep but most of th..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two: Chris</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stood out on the balcony of a two storie house while watching the stars shining brightly in night clear sky. It's always one of the most beautiful times during the night when it was close to midnight. Bending down quickly, I slapped my leg where a hole was in my ripp..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: Casey</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stood on a cliff edge, watching as the sun began to sink into the ocean. In my opinon the beside time of ever summer day is when the sun was setting. It was the most perfect time for anything romatic to happen. The wind began to pick up slightly, blowing my chocolate..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;We of the angel council find Chris Davis guilty of all the charges brought against him!&quot; Said a elder angel who was standing infront of a boy who was chained up tightly to the floor with his wings out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chris looked up slowly and around at..</description>
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			<title>Broken Wings</title>
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