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		<description>The original writings of author Demka Ekaterina Belikov</description>
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			<title>Chapter Ten</title>
			<description>Chapter Ten.::&amp;#9835;&amp;amp;&amp;hearts;::.&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;ldquo;Vi sitter h&amp;auml;r i Venten och spelar lite DotA!&amp;rdquo; Dennis and Brian sang along to the Basshunter song playing in Dennis&amp;rsquo; car (which was actually James&amp;rsquo;, but he could drive it since his brother was in Argentina ..</description>
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			<title>Imagine Love</title>
			<description>[ xX;; &amp;hearts; ;;Xx ]&amp;nbsp;I know what I have to do.I know it's right.And you told me it has to be the one.Well... I think I might know who he is.&amp;nbsp;The only one I imagine loving so passionately,Is you.Never with my previous loves had I imagined this.I just couldn't think of ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine</title>
			<description>Chapter Nine.::&amp;#9835;&amp;amp;&amp;hearts;::.&amp;nbsp;&amp;#12288;&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t believe it&amp;rsquo;s the first day of school again,&amp;rdquo; Brian said as he looked for his homeroom classroom number on the window to the courtyard, under the label for senior. I looked under sophomores for Jon, Andre..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
			<description>Chapter Eight.::&amp;#9835;&amp;amp;&amp;hearts;::.&amp;nbsp;&amp;#12288;My phone went off a week later as I was sleeping. I sat up, waking up from a bizarre dream. I looked at my ringing phone. Of course, Jon was calling me! I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but sigh, smiling, and I answered, &amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>Chapter Seven.::&amp;#9835;&amp;amp;&amp;hearts;::.&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;ldquo;Ahh! James! No!&amp;rdquo; Kaitlin Fitzgerald, one of the viola players in the varsity orchestra, yelled as James pulled her into the pool while playing Marco Polo. What was I doing in the mists of all this, you may ask? I was wat..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>Chapter Six.::&amp;#9835;&amp;amp;&amp;hearts;::.&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;I walked back into my house after the morning class of Driver&amp;rsquo;s Ed. I was extremely exhausted. This was only going to be happening for only sixteen days, I thought&amp;hellip; I fell on to the couch and groaned, &amp;ldquo;I need a nap&amp;h..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>Chapter Five.::&amp;#9835;&amp;amp;&amp;hearts;::.&amp;#12288;She was a down right b***h. From the moment I saw her I did not like her. Haylee Johnson; the red headed, happy-go-lucky, clingy, preppy, snobby girl who was going out with Andrew. For a Mormon, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t exactly the kindest person on th..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>Chapter Four.::&amp;#9835;&amp;amp;&amp;hearts;::.&amp;#12288;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t long until it was the last week of school. Final test reviews, standardized testing over, and done with. I was almost sad to not be going to school for three months. Well, In geography, we all had already taken our test, so this..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Chapter Three.::&amp;#9835;&amp;amp;&amp;hearts;::.&amp;#12288;Have you ever gotten the creepy feeling someone is watching you? But the thing is you know that they&amp;rsquo;re doing it? That&amp;rsquo;s how I felt today in my geography class. All through the test we had, I felt like someone was watching me. When..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Chapter Two.::&amp;#9835;&amp;amp;&amp;hearts;::.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#12288;I sat on my front porch, strawberry bangs in my eyes. I was constantly moving them out of my vision, mostly because I was watching the movers across the street&amp;hellip; The new family wasn&amp;rsquo;t here yet, and I really wanted to me..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Chapter One.::&amp;#9835;&amp;amp;&amp;hearts;::.&amp;#12288;I want to die; why am I living?If I was to do it over,Would I still be bleeding for no reason at all?If I can change it all,Would I know what&amp;rsquo;s really in my heart?I know you&amp;rsquo;re there, I&amp;rsquo;m reaching for you&amp;hellip;But..</description>
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			<title>Music Is Love</title>
			<description>Caitlyn Moraine Reed has found her first Boyfriend! But it isn't all milk and honey for her... Will she figure out her mistake before it's too late?</description>
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			<title>[// B r o k e n . H e a r t s]</title>
			<description>Just don't cry...</description>
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			<title>Crimson Truth</title>
			<description>Eveleen Roisyn MacCraith has just lost her father. It never surprised her, but what did was moving to Louisiana and falling in love. Also a well kept secret about her entire purpose in life...</description>
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