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		<title>The Love Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 16:26:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is only a &#8220;PART&#8221; of the book i&#8217;m writing:) (remember, i&#8217;m only posting parts, not the whole thing.)   “Me and Kyle are dating” Adrianne told my brother Eli—woah! That was a big blow. And from where I was standing, I could clearly tell the horrible feeling my brother was going through. “Kyle?” he [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sameedavies.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9028370&amp;post=21&amp;subd=sameedavies&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<address><span style="color:#000000;">This is only a &#8220;PART&#8221; of the book i&#8217;m writing:) (remember, i&#8217;m only posting parts, not the whole thing.)</span></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Me and Kyle are dating” Adrianne told my brother Eli—woah! That was a big blow. And from where I was standing, I could clearly tell the horrible feeling my brother was going through.</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Kyle?” he was confused</span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">“Yeah, remember? The guy I met in new york”</span></span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Oh.. Him, wow that’s… great!” he faked a smile</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Yeah, so uhm.. what are the roses for?&#8221; she began to wonder</span></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Oh.. this?&#8221; Eli was trying his best to cover it up</span></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;It&#8217;s nothing, uh.. I&#8217;m just, just uhm.. holding it.. for uh, uhm.. for, for Angela!&#8221; he used me for an excuse and looked at me, i was a bit irritated.— at that time, </span><span style="color:#000000;">Eli was sweating so much, he couldn&#8217;t believe it. There was a sudden moment of silence, both of them stood really still.</span></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Ah—I’m, I&#8217;m happy for you,&#8221; He tried his best to speak. &#8220;finally my best friend’s dating” he bit his lower lip and lied.</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">I took a deep breath and felt my whole world shuttered right infront of me when I saw Eli as his whole world was also crashing before him, he looked so bumbed and destroyed. I’ve never seen him like this, well not since mom died.</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">“I..” he tried to mubled</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">“I gotta go. Uhm.. I still have to take Angela home.” Eli stated, trying not to </span><span style="color:#000000;">garble everything up.</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">“So&#8230;.. I guess this is good night” he said</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Yeah, Good night” she softly replied; looking worried yet unaware of his best friend&#8217;s emotions.</span></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;You&#8217;re gonna be okay right?&#8221; she speculate curiously.</span></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Oh yeah!— don&#8217;t&#8230;..&#8221; he paused &#8221;worry about me.&#8221; he grinned </span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;oh.. okay&#8221; she was still confused.</span></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">Eli, instead of giving her a huge hug just slighty lift his hand good bye, turned his back  and left. As he slowly walks away, far far away from her, tears suddenly began to fall from his eyes, because he knew deep inside his heart that no matter what happens, no matter what life may bring, he will never ever stop loving Adrianne.</span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Everything okay?” I confronted him after he walked straight towards me with this dark look in his redish blue eyes.</span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Uhm.. Can Seth take you home tonight?” he requested since he saw Seth standing right beside me.</span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Seth?” I asked.</span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Yeah, I kinda still have some thinking to do.” He explained.</span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Is it okay with you bud?” he turned his head to seth and asked him,</span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Uhh—sure” Seth replied, rolling his eyes up and down towards me.</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">My heart couldn’t take it anymore, the fact that I was having a hard time with my break up with Ethan, plus his love troubles with Adrianne gave me an intense feeling. I looked at Eli’s face as he tried his best to refrain himself from crying even more, obviously avoiding to look directly at me.</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Wait, you didn&#8217;t answer me yet&#8221; I told him, &#8220;Are you okay?&#8221; I asked him again.—he didn&#8217;t answer.</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Eli!&#8221; I grew impatient.</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Go home Angela!&#8221; he raised his voice</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">“Fine! Let’s go seth..” I was pissed</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Okay&#8221; Seth answered back.</span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">“You take care” I pleaded.</span></address>
<address></address>
<address><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;I will.&#8221; Eli calmly agreed.</span></address>
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<address><span style="color:#000000;">As my best friend, Seth guides me on our way home. Having his arms on my shoulder, I couldn’t bear but to look back at Eli consciously blaming him self for it. Adrianne was her world, and based on my experience, there is nothing more worst that seeing the love of your life being with somebody else. </span></address>
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<p><strong><span style="color:#000000;">                                               <span style="color:#ffffff;">    <em>-Samantha Davies</em></span></span></strong></p>
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		<title>Introduction</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 15:47:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For some, love can be a very magical thing, a feeling that could never be enough, something that would work in various ways leaving this whole mystery in it. A sensation, no words in the English dictionary could ever describe something they’re willing to give out whole heartedly without expecting anything in return. For others, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sameedavies.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9028370&amp;post=12&amp;subd=sameedavies&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<address>For some, love can be a very magical thing, a feeling that could never be enough, something that would work in various ways leaving this whole mystery in it. A sensation, no words in the English dictionary could ever describe something they’re willing to give out whole heartedly without expecting anything in return. </address>
<address>For others, it’s the last thing they want to feel, an awful experience that would simply trample your heart on the floor, something that could leave you lifeless in the end.</address>
<address>But for a certain family, Love is something that bonds everything together, while perhaps bound by a common thread- to them, it still seems absolutely unique—something they believe is worth giving, dying and killing for.</address>
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<address>                                                            -Samantha Davies</address>
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		<title>Hello world!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 06:16:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello world. My name is Samantha Davies- though it isn&#8217;t my real name LOL. I&#8217;m a seventeen years old girl who has big dreams of being a big screen writer, director and a producer someday. I love making up stories sometimes even imagining movies in my head praying it&#8217;ll some day come to life. People [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sameedavies.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9028370&amp;post=1&amp;subd=sameedavies&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Hello world. My name is Samantha Davies- though it isn&#8217;t my real name LOL. I&#8217;m a seventeen years old girl who has big dreams of being a big screen writer, director and a producer someday. </span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I love making up stories sometimes even imagining movies in my head praying it&#8217;ll some day come to life. People say I&#8217;m kinda goofy that way, well maybe because as a young teen age girl, my heart and mind has already alot to say:) </span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></strong></p>
<p><span style="color:#000000;">I&#8217;m currently working on a book right now and would be posting parts of it here, hope you guys might like it<strong> <img src='http://s2.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </strong></span></p>
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<p><strong><a href="mailto:sameedavies@yahoo.com"><span style="color:#0000ff;">sameedavies@yahoo.com</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> this is my email add. write me. God bless:)</span></strong></p>
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