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_Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod..._ I kept shaking my head, not believing it. _She's not dead. She's not dead. It can't be...!_ I put my first two fingers on her perfect swan neck and prayed to feel a pulse.
Nothing.
Finally, the guilt and sorrow consumed me. _I killed her,_ I thought. _It's my fault... she was in that room because I took her there... she... and... but..._ The grief wouldn't allow me to comprehend any of this.
Then I broke. I looked at her battered body and began to cry... or, more like sob. Loudly.
&amp;quot;Rainn, it's okay,&amp;quot; Olivia said, her eyes too welling up with tears. &amp;quot;It's not your fault,&amp;quot; she comforted.
Viridiana had run to her room, her green eyes overflowing with sad, salty water.
I attempted to speak. &amp;quot;We hav...we...have to... get... infirmary.&amp;quot;
Olivia and I picked Abbi up, and her pale face leaned in against my chest, like a small child taking a nap. As we laid her in the hospital-like bed, her beautiful hazel eyes fluttered open. 
&amp;quot;Rainn,&amp;quot; she whispered to me.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-31T01:44:57Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on I don't understand this at all.</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; OMG !&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She&amp;#8217;s awake.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#8217;s good i guess&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Would have been interesting to see how they cope with grief, if she hadn&amp;#8217;t&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-31T01:44:57Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>OrangeOreos</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on I don't understand this at all.</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; OMG ! what happens now!&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-31T01:10:51Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on I don't understand this at all.</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;told you she wasnt dead! Probably just a cardiac arrest than a respiration technique of the brain sending signals to restart the heart. or something&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-30T21:03:00Z</published>
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      <name>Disturbed Youth</name>
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