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			<title>Not Without A Fight</title>
			<description>Can anyone say flashback?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mentaldisaster/963922/</link>
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			<title>Disney Moment</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stare stoiclly out of my best friend's,Katalina, car silently praying to whatever gods that were out there that she wouldn't ask about my session. I wasn't ready to talk to anyone about it. I&amp;nbsp;wasn't ready&amp;nbsp;to tell them that&amp;nbsp;I was possibly going crazy.&amp;nbsp; N..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mentaldisaster/957171/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>prologue</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mentaldisaster/956236/</link>
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			<title>Hurricane Nyla</title>
			<description>Zahra recieves an unexpected guest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mentaldisaster/956147/</link>
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			<title>Genesis</title>
			<description>When Zahra stumbles upon her supposedly dead childhood friend, Zahra wants to do everything in her power to find out why she was lied to.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mentaldisaster/956020/</link>
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			<title>Believe Me</title>
			<description>I lay on this lumpy, vomit green sofa as I listen to my psychiatrist drone on and on about crap I really don&amp;rsquo;t care about. And yes you heard me correct. I have a fricking psychiatrist. Apparently my mom thought I was mentally unstable. In other words, crazy. And this was all because I thought ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mentaldisaster/955516/</link>
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			<title>Prologue: The walls have ears and the window has eyes..</title>
			<description>I listen to the soothing rain dropping onto the roof of the house. Oh how I wish I was out there in the cold rain. How I would love to feel the rain against my olive skin. And how I would surely prefer the refreshing smell of the wet earth rather than the stench of cheap air freshner in my suffacati..</description>
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			<title>New Sight</title>
			<description>The way Isabella's mom looks at her is full of fear, pity, and...something else and Isabella doesn't think she can take it.</description>
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