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		<description>The original writings of author PandaRain</description>
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			<title>chapter one</title>
			<description>	Tiny beads of rain pound the earth softly as I awaken in the middle of the storm. My room is empty as it has been since my older brother was taken to train 4 years ago. This is when I wonder, will I be chosen to train too?	Dark images that flood over my mind are echoes by the crashes of thunder i..</description>
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			<title>Angel's Path</title>
			<description>Bellow =)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sideways/942621/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>	The house was small, but cozy and a place he supposed was worth living in. As he jogged up the steps on the other side of the road was a girl, around his age, maybe a year or two younger. Matthew didn't really know why he was so interested in who she was, but had more important things to get to kno..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>	I'm going to the theater to watch Wes perform. Be back later.	She left the note tied to her mother's laptop knowing she would see it when she came home. Finishing that up she left, quickly grabbing her jacket and jogged out of the house.	The theater wasn't too far away, but it was far enough for he..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>	&quot;Love you.&quot; His mother called before he boarded the plane. To this he waved his hand farewell raced to find a good seat, because honestly, who wants to sit by some weirdo who will stare at who for 5 hours? Or however long the ride is anyways.	Matthew is used to this ritual, he often flew alone, but..</description>
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			<title>Chapter one</title>
			<description>[In the eyes of Hannah]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sideways/941631/</link>
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			<title>BlackBird</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sideways/941618/</link>
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			<title>About &quot;Blackbird&quot;</title>
			<description>About my book I hope to write here</description>
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