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			<title>Maybe we can make a Deal</title>
			<description>Veronica, Charlotte, and Garret all stared at me. Then, they started laughing hysterically. At least, Charlotte and Garret did. We&amp;rsquo;d spent the night at my parents&amp;rsquo; house, so we were gathered around the breakfast table, having a very late brunch. I&amp;rsquo;d decided to take the opportunity ..</description>
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			<title>A Party Fit for a Princess</title>
			<description>I can&amp;rsquo;t deny that I&amp;rsquo;m somewhat of a princess. Being the only girl in a house full of guys had its perks as well as its disadvantages. This party is a perk. Having to protect my dolls from getting their heads ripped off by my brothers was a disadvantage. Even still, I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t give ..</description>
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			<title>My Enemy - My Love</title>
			<description>I reached over and snapped Veronica&amp;rsquo;s mouth shut because it was hanging open as she stared at Henry. No doubt that later on we&amp;rsquo;d hear some sick innuendo about her panties and a puddle. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t looking forward to that, but I couldn&amp;rsquo;t blame her. For all of the hate that I have..</description>
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			<title>Ready or Not, Life is Changing!</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Where the hell have you been?&amp;rdquo; Charlotte asked when I stormed through the front door. She was busy doing that obsessive-compulsive cleaning that she does every morning before she heads off to work or officially starts her day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>My Life Before</title>
			<description>I was utterly exhausted. I&amp;rsquo;d spent most of the day looking for a job and running errands before my two roommates, Charlotte Michaels and Veronica Sanchez, talked me into an all-night party session involving all of the clubs and bars on 6th street, in Carrington Valley. We couldn&amp;rsquo;t make i..</description>
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			<title>Daggers, Tiaras, and Blood Roses</title>
			<description>Eight years ago, family and friends came from around the globe to watch Charliegh go through the &quot;Change&quot;, only she didn't transition like she was supposed to.</description>
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