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It was five-thirty when I reached home. My mother was in the living room, holding my phone tightly in her hand, crying silently. She looked up as..

I dozed off right after but when I woke up I tried calling her number several times but she wouldn’t pick up. At last, I went to her scho..

When I reached home, my parents rushed to me and asked me where I was. I clenched my fist and without a word, hurried to my room and locked the..

..a romantic, heart breaking love story which evolves around two teenagers and the abuse of drugs..

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