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  <title>Katiebeth's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>So I'm only teenager, and I love to write. So I'm not all that great I dont think, but I would LOVE for you to give me some advice on how I could make my writing better. Critic my writing in any way...only please do it in a helping way! Thanks!</subtitle>
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    <title type="text">Is it over?</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What a stupid idea!&amp;#8221; I opened a jar of grape jelly and began to spred it over a piece of wheat bread. &amp;#8220;She could never in a thousand year&amp;#8217;s, get me to go to that party. HE would be there, and I have no idea on how I would be able to confront him! After the other night, I wouldnt ever be able to show my face around him again. The expression on his face after I&amp;#8217;d slapped him in front of all of his friends and family, was horrid. The look in his eyes ripped and tore my insides apart, like I was a victim in Saw  III . He meant the world to me, and I had to go off and screw things up.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Buzz, buzz&amp;#8230;buzz buzz. My cell phone vibrated on the kitchen table beside me as I was putting away the dirty knife I used, away in the sink. I moved towards the phone to look at the caller Id. It read Jason. And with a quick breath I anwsered, &amp;#8221; Hello?&amp;#8221; On the other end of the phone, I heard his voice, and a shudder of fear ran down my spine, for what would he have to say to me?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-07-25T04:55:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-18T12:46:19Z</updated>
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      <name>Katiebeth</name>
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