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			<title>The Day Bullying Killed</title>
			<description>I wake up thinking &quot;today's going to be a good day&quot;.But when I enter school, I am in everyone's waySo they push and they shove and they call me namesI try to ignore them, but I can't stand the painAt first it was just names like stupid and fatThen the names became rumors, I truly hated thatThen the ..</description>
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			<title>The Consequences of His Actions</title>
			<description>School. A place where people should feel safe, butinstead he feels as though he has to look over his shoulder every few minutesto make sure no one is going to try anything today. Right when he entered theschool grounds, Danny raced to his first class hoping that today no one wouldstop him, e..</description>
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			<title>The Story so Far...</title>
			<description>Eight years laterThe cell phone began ringing. Dannyrubbed his eyes and focused all his strength to move his hand and focus on thebright screen. The clock read 2:43A.M. Whothe hell is calling at this time, he wondered. The number on the caller i.d. is anumber Danny does not recog..</description>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;No, please don&amp;rsquo;t do this!&amp;rdquo; Danny&amp;rsquo;s motherscreamed into the air. &amp;ldquo;Sweetheart, don&amp;rsquo;t. Let the police do their job.&amp;rdquo; Hisfather was trying so hard to keep his mother in control as well as himself. &amp;ldquo;Ma&amp;rsquo;am, yourson is being arrested fo..</description>
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			<title>No Brother of Mine</title>
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			<title>The Best Version of Myself</title>
			<description>Looking at myself inthe mirror, I cannot but wonder if there is anyone in thereWaiting to bereleased, wanting to see the world through their own eyes, maybe I cancompromiseI do not really knowmuch about being a great person or being someone that everyone likes and wantsto be around..</description>
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