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			<title>A Sequence Of Matters. Pt.1?</title>
			<description>By the time we got to Milo&amp;rsquo;s house, We had merged into Nirvana. Which was a HUGE upgrade from the terrifying screeches. I was humming the rest of Smells Like Teenage Spirit as we got out of the car.</description>
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			<title>Mr. and Mrs. Creepypasta (Probably won't finish it though)</title>
			<description>How can the world possibly just continue it&amp;rsquo;s course while I stand in shock and frustration? Oh right, because the world doesn&amp;rsquo;t revolve around me. Duh!</description>
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			<title>Eye Contact..</title>
			<description> Her stare was soft. She seemed gentle and fractured.. Like her entire mind set was broken into tiny pieces. </description>
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