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			<title>rember</title>
			<description>	&quot;so Emily&quot; Abdul said in a quiet voice &quot; what&amp;nbsp;happened&amp;nbsp;when your dad died	&quot;well&quot; i started i dint like the way he was making me tell my story it wasint fair he didnt feel any pain for my father then i relised i had a tear glinting down my cheek i dint want to talk	&amp;nbsp;&quot; please tell us E..</description>
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			<title>secrets</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When we got there i saw the familair ugly fake wood walls of the company. 	&quot;Here we are&quot; The lady said she got out of the car so i folowed her. My face felt like it was stuck in place by my dry tears but i wasint crying any more, there was no point. We walked up to a ..</description>
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			<title>buterflies</title>
			<description>i felt the blade&amp;nbsp;it hurt so baduntil the white covered my bodyand i saw a buterfly i smiled&amp;nbsp;then two&amp;nbsp;then tenthen a hundred&amp;nbsp;then i was surounded by people with wings&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>gone</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; preshas time ticked away as i ran to help my father &quot;im coming dad&quot; i said into the phone the only&amp;nbsp;response&amp;nbsp;i heard was some dying breaths. i hung up and ran faster. my mind was in&amp;nbsp;distress. the&amp;nbsp;intense&amp;nbsp;smell of mint was not helping&amp;nbsp;eth..</description>
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			<title>Standing Up</title>
			<description>Emily ( the main character) gets heart broken by the death of her father, a worker for the tooth paste factory, whiter. she learns that sometimes you have to stand up on your own.</description>
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			<title>freind?</title>
			<description>shes my freind.is she?she is... right?i mean we have fun,shes nice.but,the old hers justnot theremy&amp;nbsp;friend&amp;nbsp;has left mei am but a shelllonely&amp;nbsp;mewhere did she&amp;nbsp;leave&amp;nbsp;me.friendless am i?</description>
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