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			<title>How She Got Hooked ~1 (part2)</title>
			<description>Alex's Point Of View</description>
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			<title>How She Got Hooked ~1</title>
			<description>	&quot;Now settle down class. We have a new student.&quot; said Ms.Douglas.Ugh. I hate new students. Why? Because I'm always picked to show them around.		&quot;His name is Alex Cameron &amp;nbsp;. Everybody show Alex some respect. Kayla?&quot;see I told you &quot;Yes.&quot;&amp;nbsp;	&quot;You will be showing Alex around okay?&quot; She asked kno..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylacute_3/1011347/</link>
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			<title>Kevi Swan. Part 3</title>
			<description>	the rest of the school day sucked.	i felt like everyone was judging me.	staring at me like i was finally&amp;nbsp;fascinating. i kept hearing&amp;nbsp;whispers&amp;nbsp;and people kept asking questions like &quot;what were you guys doing?&quot; and &quot;are you guys going out or something?&quot;.&amp;nbsp;i wouldn't answer their que..</description>
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			<title>How She Got Hooked</title>
			<description>Kayla was a goodie-to-shoes. But then a boy changed her entire life. And she got hooked.</description>
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			<title>Kevi Swan. Part 2</title>
			<description>**note: this short novel contains situations of lust and may not be apropriate for children.**</description>
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			<title>Kevi Swan. Part 1</title>
			<description>	Before&amp;nbsp;That Tuesday:		As I walk on the bus, I&amp;nbsp;reminisce about&amp;nbsp;yesterday. I was seating on the wrinkly leather chair as kevi talked. I pretended like I was listening like always. But then he asked me something that caught my attention.&amp;nbsp;	&quot; Have you ever watched porn before?&quot;The qu..</description>
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			<title>Fix Me</title>
			<description>	You're to tall. Your to short. You're to fat. You're to skinny. You're so cocky. You're so shy. Why don't you love yourself? Why do you love yourself so much? You're to real. You're to fake.&amp;nbsp;	Tell me what I have to do to be perfect. Fix me. Change me. Tell what I have to do to have it all. Get..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylacute_3/1001616/</link>
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			<title>i miss him...</title>
			<description>this is the first thing im posting:D</description>
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