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			<title>Chapter One </title>
			<description>Dear Diary,I found him!I have found the one ... the perfect guy.He's perfect. Complete and absolute perfection.The guy who had stolen my heart.He has all the required or desirable elements, qualities, and characteristics; as good as it you could possible imagine; perfect. I'm say..</description>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>I was once asked what's so different about love in our generation and a few decades ago? I was a little surprised by the question until I took a minute or two to think it through, this generation has ruined what we used to call &quot;love&quot;. Girls and women in this generation, tend to expect from men ..</description>
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			<title>Love Of A Teenage Girl </title>
			<description>&quot;Dear Diary ...&quot; She fell in love with him but she knew they would never end up as anything else than friends. She knew she'd always be in the friendzone. She was a rainbow but he was colorblind.</description>
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