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      <title>The Itch That Could Not Be Scratched</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; A little of everything in this story. As the story was developed even I did not know where the characters would finally end up and I&amp;rsquo;m the author!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SISTER&amp;rsquo;S DEVOTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Caroline Smith opened her eyes slowly, still groggy from all the drinks she had from the party last night. Did she drink too much? She wondered to herself. She only had two or three drinks. So she suspected she must have been drugged or something. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t in her nature to pass out from only just a few drinks.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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