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			<title>Chapter Four: Stuck in Limbo, Watching The World</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I woke up wearing what I was killed in, skinny jeans, just a regular blue&amp;nbsp;Hollister&amp;nbsp;shirt, with a grey cardigan. For a while, my head was a bit fuzzy, I couldn't remember much. Then, I saw me, dead on the ground, my so called friends surrounding my cold body. My blonde hair was..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three: Time to die</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I had cuffs on my wrists, my ankles were tied tightly with rope. Ugh did Josh know boy scouts or something?! I had thought at the time, No. They wouldn't kill me, we were all the bestest of friends, weren't we? If I said I wasn't scared, I would be lying, but it's not like I was a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two: Discovery</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I was on habbo, I felt like the world just melted away. Like I could be apart of something, something great. Everyone wants to feel needed, right? Human psychology, I understood it from a small age. I could get someone to tell me things using reverse psychology, mostly my little fri..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: The Start of Habbo</title>
			<description>I don't own habbo.com!!!! Sulake owns it, and it doesn't actually kill your or anything, this is PURELY FICTIONAL.</description>
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			<title>Dead Girls Have Wishes Too</title>
			<description>I was 12 years old when I died unexpectedly. I was a normal kid, living a pretty normal life. Even if I had known of my downfall, I probably couldn't have done anything. This is my story. How I died.</description>
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