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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>I swung my feet over and landed gently on the padded rug that rested on the hard wood floors. I tiptoed as silently as I possibly could with my handicap. My heart was beating erratically as I did my hardest to not get caught. How long have I been drowning within self-sympathy?My hands wandered aim..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Leaning within an inch or so from his chest, I could hear a steady heartbeat. It was a consoling sound that I wish was always there. I knew it wouldn't happen. The slow placid breathing was like the sound of the wind calling ou..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;ll survive. Poor thing. I wonder who would do such an awful thing to just a small child! We managed to stitch up the cut at the sides of her face and bandaged her head. It&amp;rsquo;s recovering nicely and wouldn&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>THIS STORY IS Copyright &amp;copy; 2011 Theresa Do White HorseBy Theresa Do~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Prologue&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;ve always been the odd one out in my small university. I&amp;rsquo;ve never been in the city. I hear it&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<title>White Horse</title>
			<description>I was always flawless on the outside. Nobody loved me for me. And it teared me up inside. So here I am, ready to slash at my eyes. No more tears will I shed. No one would want a blind girl.</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Be free.I&amp;rsquo;ll always love you.Go! I won&amp;rsquo;t let you get captured!Leave!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My eyes shot open from that terriblenightmare that kept on returning back in my sleep at dusk. My heart thuddederratically while ..</description>
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			<title>Forever 17: Love Bound Lockets</title>
			<description>Love is a fantasy not made for a princess. Love was not made for a person whose heart was sooty with dirt from being stepped on and used far too much. A person like me</description>
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