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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Nirvana,&amp;rdquo; He said it again, likehe was trying it on for size.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Do you think it&amp;rsquo;s a nickname orsomething?&amp;nbsp; Because that&amp;rsquo;s not what sane people generally name theirchildren...&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I sighed and got comfortable onhis lap.&amp;nbsp; He w..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>To say that&amp;nbsp;I was surprised to see Pretty Eyes, as I hadtaken to calling her, was an understatement. &amp;nbsp;The moment I realized it washer I nearly pissed myself and began to blush like there was no tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I glad that I hadn't yet taken off my hood.&amp;nbsp;I didn't even notice that..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Madame Brisois motioned me over. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Vana, ils vous voulez&amp;nbsp;dans labureau d'orientation.&quot; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Pour quoi?&quot; &amp;nbsp;I demanded. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't doneanything to warrant a call to the guidance office and I was certain that Ihadn't missed a single appointment with Cassia, my counsellor o..</description>
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			<title>Prologue - Part Two</title>
			<description>I saw her watching me pass her by. &amp;nbsp;I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t say that shescared or even intimidated me, but that she intrigued me in the unhealthy waythat drugs intrigued a first time partier. &amp;nbsp;She was beautiful in theplainest, most obviously imperfect way. &amp;nbsp;Her eyes were a haunting..</description>
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			<title>Prologue - Part One</title>
			<description>I took it in as deeply as I could, just to see if I could get it to hit me so deep, with just enough force, that it left me with a mark.&amp;nbsp; I let it out in a rush when it began to tickle the back of my throat and watched as the smoke curled up and away, to go mingle with the clouds.&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Nirvana</title>
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