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		<title>Las at 17:34, 3 August 2012</title>
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   There's a time in your life you wanna go back and to&lt;br /&gt;
either fix it or just relive it one more time. Some times &lt;br /&gt;
you never wanna leave it. You get caught in that time&lt;br /&gt;
at first living it. Then you move on with your life&lt;br /&gt;
and you think more and more about it everyday. Asking &lt;br /&gt;
yourself what you should've or could've done. Then you&lt;br /&gt;
ask God for a miricale a second chance. If your like me,&lt;br /&gt;
you're thoughts know this isn't gonna happen you wish it &lt;br /&gt;
could but it doesn't- well in this case it- you'll find out &lt;br /&gt;
later. Usually you get a call from reality saying its not&lt;br /&gt;
gonna happen. But that's not what happened to me. I can tell&lt;br /&gt;
you I am so thankful for my family and friends, God and &lt;br /&gt;
ducks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter One: Most Definately&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 &amp;quot;Cammy did you get all of your things in the van?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
said my mom openning my door. &amp;quot;Yeah, there in the &lt;br /&gt;
car.&amp;quot; I said flatly while I was getting up from my&lt;br /&gt;
bed. &amp;quot;Then let's go! Its 10 o'clock we could get there&lt;br /&gt;
by 12 and unpack and get some pizza and meet some&lt;br /&gt;
new nieghbors, okay?&amp;quot; My mom says like its okay.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay but are you sure?&amp;quot; I ask. &amp;quot;Sure of what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure this is going to be okay?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Most definately!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
she said laughing. She always told me that when I felt &lt;br /&gt;
unsure. I smiled and jumped into her arms and she spun me&lt;br /&gt;
around. &amp;quot;Now let's get in the car' sweetie.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Okay, bye room,&lt;br /&gt;
bye lamp, bye door...&amp;quot; I named the things I passed as I&lt;br /&gt;
went to the car. I jump in the car next to Mad-Y and Mad-I&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Las</name></author>	</entry>

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