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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Cassie peered down at her fingers as sheavoided looking herself in the mirror, they were practically white fromgripping the cool marble for so long. She was nauseous and close to falling inher bright red heels. She didn&amp;rsquo;t dare peak at the reflection standing beforeher, knowing if she d..</description>
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			<title>Petrichor</title>
			<description>Pet&amp;middot;ri&amp;middot;chor (noun)
a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

When Cassandra Moore starts her senior year of high school nothing can seem to</description>
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