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			<title>Chapter 2 : Just An Innocent Day At The Fair</title>
			<description>2Just An Innocent Day At The Fair&amp;nbsp; As I looked at myself in the mirror, I posed shamelessly as I always did. I&amp;rsquo;d gone through 6 or 7 outfits tonight, finally settling on a pair of skinny jeans, a plaid shirt, and brown cowboy boots. It deemed appropriate for a fair, and I had to look good..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 : Bumbly Bumbly Birthdays </title>
			<description>1Bumbly Bumbly Birthdays&amp;nbsp; My best friend Jerri gave me a look as I bit down hard on my fist. We were sitting in the middle of my bedroom floor, surrounded by my posters from J-14 &amp;nbsp;of various boy bands and celebrities, my soft pink mat underneath our butts. &amp;nbsp;Jerri was here first, as it..</description>
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			<title>The Things I Did At 17</title>
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