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			<title>A Hero to Remember</title>
			<description>Finally, after waiting slowly and sending a million texts to tammy, Friday finally came. I had all of my things packed and was finishing up my makeup. I checked my phone and received a text from Danny saying that she was about to pull up at my house. I hurriedly walked out to catch them before my mo..</description>
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			<title>A New Friend</title>
			<description>The next night was a Friday, and I was going to spend the night with Tammy. We spent the whole night texting and laughing about just funny, stupid things. She was the perfect friend. It was like love at first sight, but friends.&amp;nbsp; Turns out, Tammy, Danny, and Tim were filthy rich.&amp;nbsp; They liv..</description>
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			<title>Pizza</title>
			<description>It was a warm summer afternoon in August. School was starting in a few days and I wasn't anywhere near prepared. I bought no supplies, I haven't even gone to pick up my schedule or ID. It was just another year at Greenleaf High School. My eleventh grade year. I was sixteen and was not very s..</description>
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			<title>Never Read A Book By It's Cover</title>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>Sometimes you really don't know what your in for. You could be diving into a pit of disaster, or something truly amazing. Honestly, I wasn't really looking for anything. I was just going to push my way though high school, have fun with my friends, take the SAT's, and get into an amazing college. Eve..</description>
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