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			<title>Blackbird: Chapter 3</title>
			<description>I almost always walk home from school every day, unless Calli offers to give me a ride. But today I&amp;rsquo;m glad she didn&amp;rsquo;t, It was sunny and seventy-five degrees out, perfect day for a walk. I walked from the school, down Main Street, pass the library, and the 7-Eleven, finally reaching my ro..</description>
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			<title>A Friend</title>
			<description>What Do I think a friend is?Someone who cares about how your feeling.Someone who always wants to be there for you.Someone you can laugh, and cry with.Someone who doesn't judge you on all the bad things you've done.Someone who won't ditch you.Someone who puts others before themselves.So..</description>
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			<title>Blackbird: Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The hallways in this school are disgusting. There&amp;rsquo;s paper, and wrappers all over the floor, and there&amp;rsquo;s gum stuck to the water fountains, but at least the janitors actually have something to do. Walking down the hallway is almost impossible, there are people shoving, and making out, an..</description>
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			<title>A Beautiful Strength</title>
			<description>People watching, waitingto see what and how I move next.Feeling free, unstoppable, and sometimes beautiful.My mind races to keep with the music to feel it move through me, and to take it and form it in movements that symbolizes what I feel.The way the human body can move, melting one par..</description>
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			<title>BlackBird: Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Sitting in class, listening to&amp;nbsp;Mr. Robinson&amp;nbsp;talk about authors of the 21st century, and how their types of writing differ from one another, it gets old pretty quick. I started humming &quot;Blackbird&quot;, by the Beatles it was my favorite song as a kid. My dad would always play it in his car while..</description>
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