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			<title>chapter 6</title>
			<description>the floodlights hit my eyes, and i squinted, trying to find the guard. Holden gripped my hand, and i squeezed it shakily back, nerves causing my strength to go.&amp;nbsp;Remember what Declan always told you. when we were little, Declan always told me when my nerves got to me, diminishing my strength and..</description>
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			<title>chapter 5</title>
			<description>she gasped, obviously horrified by what i had said.&amp;nbsp;&quot;They... took his sister?&quot; i nodded sadly, and patted her on the head.&amp;nbsp;&quot;James thought to take the young ones first; they had absolutely nothing to contribute to society, so they were seen as the ultimate 'Takers'. Declan was extremely clo..</description>
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			<title>chapter 4</title>
			<description>for the rest of the day, Iris stayed by Holden's side, never leaving him. she held his hand as we stopped and made a fire, but when it was time to sleep, she insisted that she sleep with me. so i tucked her in, and i laid down next to her, breathing every time she breathed out. it was 5 minutes late..</description>
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			<title>chapter 3</title>
			<description>i didn't know what to tell Holden or Declan. 'hey i found this kid sitting in a log let's kidnap her'? but as i lifted her into the Mist, i saw Holden's eyes light up, and i knew he loved children just from his expression.&amp;nbsp;&quot;well, hello, young lady,&quot; he held out a hand to her, and she took it, l..</description>
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			<title>chapter 2</title>
			<description>&quot;Amity. Amity Chaser, wake up.&quot; i felt a hand grab my hip to shake me, and i knew it was Declan; i didn't give anyone permission to touch my hip, but Declan just took it.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Declan, what happened?&quot; i kept my eyes closed and rolled on my stomach as Declan laid down next to me, propping up against ..</description>
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			<title>chapter 1 </title>
			<description>I woke up on the Wednesday, thinking&amp;nbsp;Space. I need space. I grabbed my throat, clawing at non-existent hands around my throat. Holden. I constantly felt his presence around me, clouding up my breathing space, sitting on my chest. I&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;awake for longer than 2 minutes before my phon..</description>
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			<title>prolouge</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Come on!&amp;rdquo; I swiveled my head towards the sound, seeingnothing but the flood lights, which had left me blind. When they turned themon, I saw the lights shine in Declan&amp;rsquo;s eyes, making the ice blue turn chillier,mixed with malice and fear, his black hair get that purple twinge ..</description>
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			<title>ummm....</title>
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			<title>chapter 13: blair and julian. </title>
			<description>i felt my face soaking in the radiating warmth of the now-empty pillow.&amp;nbsp;Blair's&amp;nbsp;head had just been there, looking deep into my eyes, and sighing. her emotions were plainly written out in her eyes &quot;discontent, to content, and finally warring between guilt and anxiety. her&amp;nbsp;breathing&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>a few months later</title>
			<description>Sahara watched as the little&amp;nbsp;fallen women&amp;nbsp;known as Emma broke up with her boyfriend on the steps of his house. she heard her words range from &quot;i love you&quot; to &quot;here, have your ring back.&quot; sahara knew that she shouldn't smile, but, oh did she have an idea. that baby is &quot;so important&quot; yet its..</description>
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			<title>What i see. </title>
			<description>what i see everyday,is a bratty little sister,&amp;nbsp;who likes to make my life miserable in any way possible,just to get what she wants.&amp;nbsp;what i see,&amp;nbsp;is my parents struggling marriage,&amp;nbsp;and i see my parents thinking we're the cause of it.&amp;nbsp;i see unhappiness,&amp;nbsp;at every corner in t..</description>
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			<title>distance</title>
			<description>silsbee to beamont;i miss you.silsbee to houstom;heartbreaking goodbyes.what will bring with this goodbyewhen im going halfway across the country?</description>
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			<title>Chapter 12: Emma and Grayson </title>
			<description>Grayson always had a way of sensing when something was wrong with me. this was one of those times when i wish he couldn't.&amp;nbsp;I snuck out of the house around 11 am, with all the stealthiness of someone who had something to hide, and decided to walk there, 4 blocks away. I got a lot of nice sights ..</description>
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			<title>girls</title>
			<description>AlexisEmma (girl on left)Blair</description>
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			<title>The guys</title>
			<description>JulianAlexGreyson</description>
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			<title>Chapter 11: Blair and Julian</title>
			<description>I watched as Blair paced around the room, chewing her nails. I was leaned against the door way, watching her&amp;nbsp;maneuver between the&amp;nbsp;love seat&amp;nbsp;and the couch, all the while steadily whittling away her nails, finger by finger.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Blair, love, what's wrong?&quot; she looked up as if startled ..</description>
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			<title>Part two</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;We begin to learn wisely when we're willing&amp;nbsp;to see world from other people's perspective.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#8213; Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity</description>
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			<title>chapter 10: Alex and Alexis</title>
			<description>Alexis and I hadn't talked since we left Blair and Julian's house, and that was yesterday. I had a feeling Alexis wasn't feeling well, so i made her some soup and brought it to our bed.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Alexis, dear. are you OK?&quot; she was laid up in bed, with books all around her, which was unusual, because she..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9: Grayson and Emma</title>
			<description>Emma had been telling me lately that she hadn't had enough time to see Julian, so, on that fateful Wednesday, we headed over to Julian's apartment. The air was nice and breezy, so i let the windows roll down on my Toyota Matrix, causing Emma's hair to blow back and forth across her face, and i found..</description>
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			<title>chapter 8: Alex and alexis</title>
			<description>I saw Blair's eyes fill with fear, making the usual sparkling glow from Julian go dim at once, and I felt instantly bad. but it had to be done, i decided. they needed to know. They couldn't just go out being ignorant; they would do the same for us if our lives were threatened.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Julian...&quot; Blair..</description>
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			<title>chapter seven: Blair and Julian</title>
			<description>I sat at the dining room table in Julian's apartment, and pushed my computer away. I had been thinking way too much for me to be able to write now. i was in a new&amp;nbsp;environment, and I was still adjusting.&amp;nbsp;After the attack on Julian and I, my mother decided to have me move in with Julian, in&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter six: Emma and Grayson</title>
			<description>&quot;Oh,&amp;nbsp;Grayson.&quot; Emma looked at me, like she was talking to a child who had asked to do something but was about to be told no.&quot;Oh, Emma.&quot; i said, repeating her tone, trying to turn this into something of a joke.&quot;Grayson, i love you.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I love you too, Emma. so much.&quot; i put the ring down and g..</description>
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			<title>intermission. </title>
			<description>Sahara licked her lips hungrily; it was time to strike.&amp;nbsp;&quot;I love you.&quot; they said to each other, and&amp;nbsp;Sahara cringed. She hated couples with a burning,&amp;nbsp;fiery passion. Couples were all over each other, always hugging and kissing, having little moments right when you were trying to get som..</description>
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			<title>chapter 5: Alex and Alexis. </title>
			<description>I remember the first time i saw Alexis.&amp;nbsp;We were young, twelve and thirteen, and i was talking to Blair; yes, we had been friends since we were twelve. i can't even remember what we were talking about, all i remember was her walking in. she blinded me with her beauty; i didn't know anyone could ..</description>
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			<title>chapter Four: Blair and Julian</title>
			<description>In the first day after the accident, with two agonizing days left until Julian was due to wake up, i got discharged. Clean bill of health, they said, all you need to do is manage your stress. It doesn't really matter that I got discharged, because i spent my 2 days in the hospital anyway. I sat next..</description>
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			<title>chapter three: Grayson and Emma</title>
			<description>CLIFFHANGER, i know. i'm sorry&lt;3</description>
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			<title>chapter two: Blair and Julian</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;woke up in my my hospital bed, with wires connected to me. i felt something being siphoned out of me and realized it was my blood, being cleaned and replaced back into my body. my clothes lay, bloodied, in what i guessed to be a bin on the table beside me. i couldn't bear to look at any..</description>
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			<title>chapter one: Blair and Julian</title>
			<description>I sat on my bed, talking to my literary agent. he was being a pain, with the whole &quot;all i want is what you want, and what you want is to finish this book&quot; aspect. i was tired of talking to him.&amp;nbsp;&quot;OK, OK, John!&quot; he was still blathering&amp;nbsp;unnecessarily as i called him name.&quot;Yes, Blair?&quot; he was ..</description>
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			<title>prologue </title>
			<description>Sahara pulled her knife gently out of the body, and the girl groaned. She was a pretty little thing, with Blonde hair and green eyes. Sahara always envied girls with blonde hair. her own dark red hair never seemed to soothe her. She had the electric green eyes that most girls had envied Sahara for, ..</description>
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			<title>The Secret in Touch</title>
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			<title>can't you see?</title>
			<description>Can't you see,that no amount of consolation&amp;nbsp;will get this out of my mind?&quot;forget it,&quot;&amp;nbsp;they say.&amp;nbsp;&quot;it'll never happen.&quot;don't you think i take that into consideration?these dreams have been hurting me,and nothing will stop them.Can't you see,no amount of tricks or placeboswill make this ..</description>
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			<title>prologue </title>
			<description>&quot;No, stop.&quot; I had had enough. the scene around me turned to slow motion, then became still. Cars flew up around me, making high, graceful&amp;nbsp;arcs&amp;nbsp;in the air, eclipsing the sun. The people inside rocked forward, before being pulled back to their seats by the seat belt. The whole car looked lik..</description>
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			<title>Purely informational</title>
			<description>this is just a chapter to tell you what everyone looks like, a run-down of some sorts. i'll do these periodically. maybe every few chapters.</description>
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			<title>...</title>
			<description>Spencer Drew loves his job as an Archangel, but when he gets relocated to Angels Camp, California, and someone kills his best friend, Spencer goes to find the killer, maybe finding more about himself.</description>
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			<title>I don't trust. </title>
			<description>I don't trust many people,this is true.the few people that i have trustedall let me down.so i've learned not to put myself out there.but,the people i'm around today,seem to have that...overwhelming trustfulness.&amp;nbsp;they don't harbor bad memories and feelings.their hearts are as light and airy as&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>this topic.</title>
			<description>once again,&amp;nbsp;i return to the topic of&quot;friends that are girls&quot;&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;&quot;girl best friends&quot;.is there really such a thing?i mean,&amp;nbsp;any guy with friends that are girls,and if the girl is attractive,there's going to be some sexual tension.whether or not you act on it is completely up to the ..</description>
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			<title>we're the type</title>
			<description>my boyfriend would be the type who would,as you're just about to kiss,break the silence by saying,&quot;i never knew you had that freckle there!&quot;i'm the type that would laugh,but not say anything,for fear of messing up a moment.&amp;nbsp;he'd prod me some more,by making me laugh and pushing my buttons.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>you told me this</title>
			<description>you told me once thatyou're not... confident when it comesto touching me.but can't you see i like when youactually do?i get that little jolt in my stomach,when i feel your arms come around me in the morning,weaving my fingers into yours,hugging you closer.&amp;nbsp;i could be in the middle of a sentence..</description>
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			<title>Friends That are Girls</title>
			<description>Are there really any difference between friends that are girlsand girlfriends?with girls you automaticallyhave a deeper connection than with guys.and you hug your &quot;friends that are girls&quot;,so what does that differentiate fromyour girlfriend?i guess I'm just a little...frightened, i don't like to gues..</description>
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			<title>mushy, possibly embarrasing poem.</title>
			<description>i can't thinkmemories keep piling up,and making me want to fall asleep,so i can submerge myself to these images.&amp;nbsp;just thinking of these past evernts,makes my stomach tighten,and my face break out in the necessary musclesneeded to smile.&amp;nbsp;you make me forget all of the ins..</description>
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			<title>him... mine&lt;3.</title>
			<description>these past 2 days,have honestly beensome of the best days i've ever.&amp;nbsp;i'm so sure of you now,than i have ever been. i love how we always learn something new about each other,and how your green eyes seem to make my chocolate brown eyes melt. &amp;nbsp;now, sitting here all a..</description>
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			<title>these dreams are plaguing my mind.</title>
			<description>i have these dreams.and in these dreams,i see you.and me.and this girl.she is...&amp;nbsp;perfect.&amp;nbsp;Blonde Hair,blue eyes,perfect figure...and then there is me.Frumpy brown hair,figure that more resembles a &quot;1&quot;.and brown eyes.&amp;nbsp;and in my dreams,i see you.you look at me...and the girl.then you ta..</description>
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			<title>random mid-morning thoughts.</title>
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			<title>chapter 8. what. the. crap.</title>
			<description>&quot;What do you mean, 'saw them coming'?&quot; kenndall said, stuttering. &quot;like, saw them on the news right?&quot; she was always the rational one, Crimson thought. rationallity was not going to help us in this situation. &quot;No,&quot; Emily said, getting up from the curb on which she had seated herself on. &quot;she meant..</description>
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			<title>not sure.</title>
			<description>it felt like wewere saying hello and goodbye in the same second.you saying hi,me having to be the horrid person saying goodbye.&amp;nbsp;and we didn't even get time togetherlike i had hoped for.we got,maybe 3 minutes alone,yet it still kept me wanting more.&amp;nbsp;is there such a t..</description>
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			<title>12-18-2011</title>
			<description>looking back at my old diary entries...i was a depressed little kid. god, what was wrong with me?i was going to make this diary a daily thing, but i get toooooo busy.so update on me(:i have a boyfriend!take THAT ehson, and corri, and channing! *does little jig* corri has no boyfriendne..</description>
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			<title>i feel like I'm forcing you</title>
			<description>I feel like I'm forcing youto love me.&amp;nbsp;i have to tell you when to say&quot;i love you&quot;.I'm sorry but...that makes me feel bad.&amp;nbsp;it makes me feel like...you're just there,not participating.i wish you'd show me a sign,something,anything.Please.&amp;nbsp;i'm begging you.&amp;nbsp;i know you love mebut...pl..</description>
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			<title>i think i'm too deep</title>
			<description>The pages ripple past my fingersand i don't know what to say.you persist, and i just don't know what to do. &amp;nbsp;i love you,but i just don't know what to say to you.whenever you say something,the most i can do, is mumble uncoherently,and nod. &amp;nbsp;please stay for a while...</description>
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			<title>This feeling.</title>
			<description>I get the feeling that soemtimes,i look too much on the negative,too little on the postitive,and i can't allow myself to live in the moment.&amp;nbsp;well, i feel likehe's changed that. i find myself not worrying as much.my stomach used to knot in fear at one bad grade, but now i k..</description>
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			<title>chapter 4. where am i?</title>
			<description>I woke up, my head aching, and I was freezing. I went to rub my hands against my arms, but I couldn&amp;rsquo;t move my arms. I looked down, and they were bound. As were my feet, my wrists, and my mouth had a gag. I thought of a high pitch, and sang as loud as I could through it. I was in a metal room, ..</description>
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