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		<description>The original writings of author olive tree</description>
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			<title>chapter 9</title>
			<description>He started becoming the guy that I could tell anything to, and theguy that I could see myself being with for a really long time. I wascomfortable with him, and I enjoyed myself when I was with him. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We started havingsome probl..</description>
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			<title>chapter 8</title>
			<description>About a week later, I asked him to walk me home from school atnight, since I couldn&amp;rsquo;t go by myself. When we got to my house, he told me heneeded to talk to me. He told me that being friends wasn&amp;rsquo;t working for him. Heeither needed more, or nothing. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t handle that. My m..</description>
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			<title>chapter 7</title>
			<description>I suddenly left for Guatemala, not ready to face seeing him. I wasnervous, and excited at the same time. I still liked him, and I still wanted tobe with him, but I wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure if it would happen, or if it would even be agood idea.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>chapter 6</title>
			<description>That was one of the worst nights, and best nights of my life. Ifelt completely free, and completely sick. You had no idea that it was coming,which made it so much harder for me. However, I was now free to be with him. Italked to him that night, and told him that I broke up with you. we hung ou..</description>
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			<title>chapter 5</title>
			<description>This is the part of the story that I hate telling; The part wheremy heart became torn. He had a girl back home too, but they were not serious. Iremember him telling me one day when I was writing a message to you: wow,you&amp;rsquo;re like writing a novel there. So why is this guy so special? I tol..</description>
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			<title>chapter 4</title>
			<description>Two days later, I hopped on abus with 31 strangers. I was completely terrified, and incredibly depressed. Ihad left you, and I was not going to see you again for 8 months. I cried thefirst night, and wrote a letter to you in my journal. It wrote: Tyler...it&amp;rsquo;s my first day here, and..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>My time alone was dull. I sat inmy room, attempting to pack for one of the biggest changes of my life, but Icouldn&amp;rsquo;t. All I could do was sit and think about you. I was scared; absolutelyterrified. Our lives were headed in the opposite direction. You were going toGermany. I was going on..</description>
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			<title>i hope you know...</title>
			<description>I hope you know that I think about you everyday.I hope you know that I fell in love with you on that day inSeptember.I hope you know that falling out of love with you is one ofthe hardest things I will ever have to do.I hope you know that when I realized that I could never haveyou ..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/olive.tree/643725/</link>
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			<title>everyday i miss you</title>
			<description>now i've seen you.
this is harder than i thought.</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/olive.tree/588889/</link>
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			<title>what will happen?</title>
			<description>i messed up.
big time.
now what?</description>
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			<title>chapter 2</title>
			<description>Iwas home. For two weeks. I had nothing to do but think of you, and wait for theday that we would see each other. You picked me up one evening, and we went forice cream. I took forever to decide what I wanted, but you waited patiently.Finally I chose, and we got back into the car. You drove ..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/olive.tree/586360/</link>
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			<title>chapter 1</title>
			<description>Youlooked at me and said, &amp;ldquo;I like you.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;I like you too&amp;rdquo; Ireplied, my heart beating faster than I had ever felt it beat before.It was like afairytale for me. We stood there, just looking at each other, in awe of thefact that we found each other. &amp;ldquo;Can we p..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/olive.tree/586349/</link>
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			<title>It should have been love.</title>
			<description>he liked me. and i liked him. 
it was perfect.
then it ended.
forever.</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/olive.tree/586344/</link>
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			<title>Dear Jacob</title>
			<description>a letter from a girl to her ex-boyfriend. never to be sent to him.</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/olive.tree/585897/</link>
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			<title>I could love you.</title>
			<description>a letter that never was, and never will be sent.</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/olive.tree/585892/</link>
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			<title>Not Too Late</title>
			<description>A story of sisters, and regret.</description>
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