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		<description>The original writings of author Tomato Juice</description>
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			<title>Two.</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Where you off to, babe?&amp;rdquo; Craig wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his lips to my neck.&amp;ldquo;Dizzy&amp;rsquo;s party,&amp;rdquo; I lied smoothly, turning around in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.&amp;ldquo;Mm...Do you have to go?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;No,&amp;rdquo; I shook my ..</description>
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			<title>One.</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Well, aren&amp;rsquo;t you smart?&amp;rdquo; Craig chuckled as he leaned against the door frame of our bedroom.&amp;ldquo;Shut up. That really hurt,&amp;rdquo; I hissed, cradling my hand. &amp;ldquo;Want me to kiss it better?&amp;rdquo; He smiled and I nodded, vigorously. I held out my hand for Craig to ..</description>
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			<title>Prologue.</title>
			<description>I kept thinking: this is wrong, this is bad, I&amp;rsquo;m so guilty, I hate this, I shouldn&amp;rsquo;t be doing this, what am I doing and why am I doing this willingly?Every time he connects his lips with mine. Every time he thrusted into me with a strong force. Every time he made me moan in ple..</description>
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			<title>Leaving Behind a Broken Photo Frame.</title>
			<description>I peered down at the broken photo frame in my hand.
I sighed and placed the frame on the lounge room bench.
&quot;I love you, Hunter.&quot; I whispered and walked out the door.</description>
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			<title>3</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Hey, sexy.&amp;rdquo; Jamie slurred as he slung his arm over my shoulder.Hunter wrapped a protective arm around my waist and glowered at Jamie. He laughed and stumbled off into the crowd of grinding bodies.&amp;ldquo;Why can&amp;rsquo;t I have fun with Jamie?&amp;rdquo; I whined.&amp;ldquo;I want y..</description>
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			<title>2</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Hunter! Come watch this movie with me!&amp;rdquo; I yelled as I jumped onto the couch, sitting cross-legged. &amp;ldquo;No,&amp;rdquo; Hunter grunted from the kitchen behind me.&amp;ldquo;Please...&amp;rdquo;I whined, turning around and peering over the couch while jutting out my lower lip in a pout...</description>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>&quot;Ah, f**k!&quot; I groaned as the glass smashed onto the tiles, expanding like the ocean. &quot;Idiot,&quot; Hunter grunted, walking past me and the mess to sit on the leather couch in front of the television. &quot;Lazy a*s, are you gonna help me?&quot; I growled, he looked behind his shoulder, his storm blue orb..</description>
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			<title>I Surrender.</title>
			<description>Pixie is in love with Hunter. But, does Hunter love him? Or like him...just a little?</description>
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			<title>28/1</title>
			<description>Precious Diary! I have neglected you &amp;#2013266048;&quot; but now, I am back. I had to study for this big test in Science for two full days and let me tell you &amp;#2013266048;&quot; it wasn&amp;rsquo;t worth it, I didn&amp;rsquo;t get close to a damn C.Robbie and I are getting a little closer. We texted a lot, m..</description>
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			<title>24/1</title>
			<description>I got a text from someone. I&amp;rsquo;m not sure who. It didn&amp;rsquo;t come up with a name, just a number.It said: &amp;ldquo;Hey, u ignoring me?&amp;rdquo;.I texted back saying who is this and you&amp;rsquo;d never guess who it was. We had a conversation via text and went exactly like this:&amp;ldquo;Oh, srry. I..</description>
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			<title>23/1</title>
			<description>I have never been so mortified in my life.Okay, so, Robbie had slept over last night. I assumed he showered the night before, so I didn&amp;rsquo;t think twice before opening the ajar door.God, I wish I could just pause that moment and rewind.Robbie didn&amp;rsquo;t even notice me, but I noticed him..</description>
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			<title>19/1</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s Vinnie&amp;rsquo;s birthday on the first of February. He says he&amp;rsquo;s going to have a party at his Uncle&amp;rsquo;s. I can&amp;rsquo;t wait. The Winston twins say they&amp;rsquo;re gonna bring some booze. Isabella&amp;rsquo;s going to bring her boyfriend. Lillix will be bringing herself and extra ..</description>
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			<title>17/1</title>
			<description>First thing&amp;rsquo;s first, mystery guy is called Robbie. Hot, isn&amp;rsquo;t it? I think so.Second, Mum and Dad had a fight. The whole house echoed with their yelling. Me and Trenton were in the lounge room watching cartoons, we turned down the telly and listened in. It was horrible, poor Mum. Da..</description>
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			<title>15/1</title>
			<description>Mum&amp;rsquo;s just getting worse and worse. Dad seems to be spending less and less time with her, probably f*****g that chick he&amp;rsquo;s been seeing. I can&amp;rsquo;t believe a w***e is ruining my Mum and Dad&amp;rsquo;s marriage. Trenton and I are mainly the ones on the tips of our toes trying to he..</description>
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			<title>14/1</title>
			<description>He has emerald eyes. I saw him, briefly, when he left the house in the early hours of the morning. He saw me and it was weird &amp;#2013266048;&quot; we kinda just stood there, across from each other and stared. Me, with wide eyes. Him, with curious eyes.&amp;ldquo;Hey, you must be Trenton&amp;rsquo;s little..</description>
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			<title>12:23 PM</title>
			<description>So much for telling them to shut up, when they only turn up the music to a louder level. It&amp;rsquo;s like they have a mini orgy going on in there. That&amp;rsquo;s kinda gross.I knew only four of those guys down there and one girl.Lacy Peters &amp;#2013266048;&quot; she&amp;rsquo;s really nice, a wild child, ..</description>
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			<title>11:55 PM</title>
			<description>What&amp;rsquo;d I say? Told you they&amp;rsquo;d keep us all up. I have school tomorrow and I can already tell that I won&amp;rsquo;t be up and ready in time. S**t.They&amp;rsquo;ve got a mini party with booming beats blaring throughout the household. Mum and Dad would have their ear plugs in and sleeping ..</description>
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			<title>13/1</title>
			<description>School was a drag. The day has drained me and I&amp;rsquo;m so tired that I could just blink and I&amp;rsquo;d be asleep. Trying not to blink, because I have to tell you something.Guess what?Vinnie texted me back and you know what he said? I&amp;rsquo;ll show you:&amp;ldquo;Hey Corey. Mum told me u came t..</description>
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			<title>6:36 PM</title>
			<description>He wasn&amp;rsquo;t home. Denise, his mum, said that he was staying with his Dad. Vinnie&amp;rsquo;s parents are divorced and his Dad lives in Ohio. I texted him, but I still haven&amp;rsquo;t heard back.I hope he&amp;rsquo;s not ignoring me.What have I done?Corey</description>
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			<title>12/1</title>
			<description>Mum threw up this morning. She&amp;rsquo;s getting worse and I&amp;rsquo;m worried. I hope she doesn&amp;rsquo;t die. That would be a nightmare. Then I would have to live with just my Dad and knowing Trenton, he&amp;rsquo;d leave and f**k off to his own life. I&amp;rsquo;ll be this depressed and sad little kid ..</description>
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			<title>10/1</title>
			<description>First use of a diary &amp;#2013266048;&quot; not exactly something I would do. Mum had bought it for me, I swear she thinks I&amp;rsquo;m a girl. Is it that hard to see that I have a male&amp;rsquo;s organ and no breasts? I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure it&amp;rsquo;s obvious, she&amp;rsquo;s just oblivious.Um, my older broth..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TomatoJuice/631774/</link>
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			<title>Poison.</title>
			<description>Enter the life of a fifteen year old's diary.</description>
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