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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>My name is Lex Marcom and I am an elf.</description>
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			<title>No title yet sorry!</title>
			<description>There is something inside every child that tells them that there is a bigger force out there, something more spectacular than this every day life that the older generation hopelessly trudges through. </description>
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			<title>UGG</title>
			<description>Don't take it seriously i was just mad. </description>
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			<title>Chapter 4 (Lexi)</title>
			<description>Chapter 4	I rolled over in bed an reached out for my phone. No new messages from Lyla. Each morning after waking up I have a small scare when I look around and completely space on where I am. My mind races through the past days and I slowly register what's going on. Silence in this house is not stra..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3 (Lyla)</title>
			<description>	I miss Lexi. We&amp;rsquo;ve been best friends since we met, which would be about 8 years ago. Ever since we were paired together as partners in Sunday school, we are inseparable. Even as a 6 year old telling Lexi about Noah and the flood, I knew that no one would understand me better than her. Over th..</description>
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			<title>A Very Different Picture</title>
			<description>Children and Grown-ups can often see things differently. </description>
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			<title>Chapter 2 (Lexi)</title>
			<description>Chapter 2	Later that night Matt chosea huge room on the second floor that was connected to another roomwhich my parents gave him just for his trains. I knew it would be allset up with tables and model layouts in a few weeks. He would morethan likely spent all of his time there wishing ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 (Lexi)</title>
			<description>Chapter 1		The first room I stepped into was abeautiful resort. One wall was completely made of glass. The viewreached out to a large forest almost completely surrounding thehouse. There was a  large golden bed frame in the center of the room.The connecting bathroom was Bright white wi..</description>
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			<title>Where The Heart Is </title>
			<description>Moving into a new house and adjusting to a completely new life becomes a huge challenge for Lexi. A 14 year old christian girl, who has to leave almost everything for a new start. </description>
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			<title>idk yet</title>
			<description>	I entered the large dull gray&amp;nbsp;building&amp;nbsp;and slipped into the changing room near the field. there were tons of girl who looked my age. even though when i looked around no one was looking, i still felt like everyone was staring at me. I pulled the curtain in a stall and threw on my shorts an..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1- The Game </title>
			<description>	My hands slid down the railing of the stairs, on the second floor of my three story house. i slid the window open across from the stairs landing. I bit my lip and tossed my right leg out of the window, throwing my backpack over my shoulders. I slid my other leg out and then lowered my self to the g..</description>
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			<title>Don't know what to call it yet sorry.</title>
			<description>I write about my dreams allot, especially when they are this detailed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luxa333/718387/</link>
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			<title>Open the shades</title>
			<description>poem of advice to my friend Shea' Rain Rashell &amp;hearts;
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			<title>Burn</title>
			<description>Don't know, don't ask. =p</description>
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			<title>The Bedtime Storm</title>
			<description>Just about the storm the night of February 27.  </description>
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