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			<title>To the Rescue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wanting him to see her for who she really was, she decided it was time to take their relationship to the next level. She drove to his trailer just outside of town, shaking with excitement. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She knocked on his do..</description>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The tears streamed silently down her face as she watched her finace lowered into the grave,&amp;nbsp;dug fresh for his entry. ''Just last week'' she thought to herself, they were laughing and embrassing eachother, and the next minute he was in an accident..</description>
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			<title>Nov. 10, 2008</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She tried to act like nothing happened, really tried, but truth was she couldn't get those horrifying pictures out of her head. She was at a party, you're supposed to have fun, forget, be happy. She felt like such a party pooper when 3 innocent looking girls walk..</description>
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