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		<title>Evelyn Grace | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Evelyn Grace</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>CHAPTER 4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I watch the sun rise in my window. I'm sweating, my eyes are bloodshot, and for once I&amp;rsquo;m terrified. The events of the dream play in my head. If that's what dreaming is, I never want to have another one again. I wait dreadfully until 6 to get up and make my wa..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&quot;Suspect&quot; The word resonates in my head like the chime in a bell. My eyes are as puffy and red as my stitched up hand. I stare at the white floor of the police station and think about everything. I called the police. I drove to her house. I watched as they wheeled the body out. I cried. I screamed. ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>I head home on the bus at the end of the day. I fight off car sickness as I try to complete my homework, I never like to have it pile up so I try to get it done before I get home. The bus bumps and jolts for the 20 minute ride back home. Surprisingly, I live the closest to the school. There is only ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I know every crack and spot on my bedroom ceiling. I follow the patterns with my eyes for hours on sleepless nights. Those nights that seem to take forever. I just don't sleep. I try but I don't succeed. I don't get nightmares, I'm not afraid there is a demon in my closet or under my bed, and the da..</description>
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			<title>Haven't Come Up With a Title</title>
			<description>Many people keep secrets, but what if there are secrets you didn't know you had to keep?</description>
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			<title>Treatment</title>
			<description>My Journey
(formerly known as &quot;You Hold the Blade and Cut Your Skin&quot;)</description>
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