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			<description>Janet/Jan (alex)The trans boy in a catholic worldage: 15&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jim/JimmyThe druggyage: 17&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ThomasThe prefect screw upage: 16&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>The Kids Aren't Alright</title>
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			<description>10/12/17&amp;ldquo;Tony!&amp;nbsp;Tony!&amp;rdquo;Tony Stark felt himself slowly fade into consciousness. Someone was shaking him furiously, while a frantic voice cried his name with the same urgency. He tried to speak, to tell whoever it was to take their hands off him and to shut the hell up, but all that cam..</description>
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			<title>I M</title>
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			<description>12/30/17Jennie wokelate, the sun shone through her bedroom window, creating the beam of light thatroused her. She stirred for a moment, shoving a pillow over her face andpulling the heavy, patchwork quilt over her shoulders. Her nose poked out frombeneath the feather pillow and sniffed t..</description>
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			<title>Chosen</title>
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			<description>Kinan-danger, peril,Kage-shadowYuro-nightKuro-blackHoshi-starStructure ofHell&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<description>4/13/2017The next night Kinan made his way to the bar with more thanjust a few drinks on his mind. Tonight Sierra should be going home with himagain. She made things a bit more interesting. He ordered a few shots of vodkabefore a sensuous voice echoed in his ears. His eyes glided to the sm..</description>
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			<description>3/28/2017-4/13/2017 A demon&amp;rsquo;s desiresKinan woke with something warm on his chest. It was a woman.For a moment he didn&amp;rsquo;t who it was, but then remembered. Her name was Sierra andshe was the bar singer he had taken home last night. He slipped out from beneathher head and put a sil..</description>
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			<description>3/27/2017-3/28/2017- dance with the devil?Kinan looked to his left and right before entering the bar.Here he could be vulnerable if he wasn&amp;rsquo;t careful of who he talked to and how hepresented himself. Dim light lit up the inside of the building. Cigarette smokeand alcohol were the only..</description>
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			<title>Angles and Demons</title>
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			<description>10/6/2017Sean tightened the straps on his makeshift binder with a grunt. His muscles loosened and he took a deep, annoyed breath before forcing the cloth tighter. &quot;Aha!&quot; he exclaimed in a loud whisper.</description>
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			<title>The Real Boys and Girls</title>
			<description>Sean, a seventeen year-old trans boy, leads a life full of faking who he is and hiding himself from his family and the world. But his world changes when he meets Cherrie.</description>
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