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			<title>Fallen: Chapter Five</title>
			<description>Hailey'I'm never going to find someone,' Mia sighed beside me, watching as yet another guy called my name.'Oh shut up Mia, you're gorgeous and you know it. You're just too good for any of the jerks around here.' Comforting my best friend was a tedious, thankless job. She never took heed of my advice..</description>
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			<title>Fallen: Chapter Four</title>
			<description>The rain was falling hard, it ricocheted off the rooftops hitting the ground with tiny splatters, creating puddles and soaking everything it touched. The clouds, a sickening shade of grey, rolled by overhead and a deep rumble of thunder could be heard.&amp;nbsp;Somewhere amongst all of this, a man emerg..</description>
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			<title>Fallen: Chapter Three</title>
			<description>November 10th, 1869Something bad is coming, I can sense it...I can't quite describe the feeling, but it's as though every single cell in my body, every molecule is screaming DANGER at me. I feel so on edge, so jittery. I've lost all appetite and can hardly sleep at night. I have no idea what's wrong..</description>
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			<title>Fallen: Chapter Two</title>
			<description>November 1st 1869I am terribly sorry it has been a while since I last wrote to you. I have just been so...preoccupied with things. Lucas mainly. As each day passes I yearn to find out more and more about him, I have never felt this way about anyone, surely it's detrimental to my health? I have not s..</description>
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			<title>Fallen: Chapter One</title>
			<description>October 14th, 1869I saw him again today.That strange, intriguing boy. I also managed to catch his name as his friend &amp;nbsp;spoke it. Lucas. It seems to fit him well, I can picture him as a Lucas. He didn't see me watching him, he was too preoccupied with the conversation at hand.&amp;nbsp;Oh he's beauti..</description>
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			<title>Fallen</title>
			<description>Just a little something I wrote when I was bored!</description>
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