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		<description>The original writings of author Aravind</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Inow draw the images of my past with my words. I am not a person to lie.However, I lied to the D.A. on this occasion and I have no regrets. Sometimes,the truth isn&amp;rsquo;t good enough. People, people like Kelly deserve much more. Ithas been three years Short it may be if you count in..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>25thJune 2005&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As promised, I found myself at thedoors of Disher&amp;rsquo;s office sharply at 9 a.m. I knocked on his door. No response.I knocked it again. I heard a small voice, like the squeaking of a rat. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>24thJune 2005&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Sometimes the truth is locked withinnot for the want of a listener, but for the sake of protecting someone. As acop, I never wanted to watch a criminal free on the streets. But as a person, Ionly wish for the better of this criminal. My pen gently dances over the lines ofthe paper, l..</description>
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			<title>Burning of the Truth</title>
			<description>A murder fiction</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/984882/</link>
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			<title>The closet</title>
			<description>My first try in the horror genre. Doing this as an homework assigment </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/980912/</link>
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			<title>You are not alone!</title>
			<description>My state of mind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/959818/</link>
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			<title>Share your thought</title>
			<description>Randomness again :D</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/958800/</link>
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			<title>Wish</title>
			<description>just another random poem I thought of :D </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/958315/</link>
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			<title>I hide</title>
			<description>some random thoughts.. not my best work.. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/957652/</link>
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			<title>Walking away</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote on the spot.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/957594/</link>
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			<title>The stain on my name  [Revised]</title>
			<description>Prompt: After being pulled over for speeding, your character finds something important while looking for her registration in the glove compartment.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/957242/</link>
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			<title>My life is like the weather! </title>
			<description>As a person I wonder  about my life, the weather.  Weather that shines with sun while I am having fun. Weather that is wet with rain, as I am going through some pain.  I hope that I never miss, this life which only surprise my curious brown eyes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/956813/</link>
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			<title>The stain on my name</title>
			<description>In response to the following prompt:

After being pulled over for speeding, your character finds something important while looking for her registration in the glove compartment.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/956558/</link>
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			<title>Words not only for Peter</title>
			<description>A small poem for the name &quot;Peter&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/956497/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2: What happened?</title>
			<description>She came closeto my right ear and whispered, &amp;ldquo;Can I ask you something?&amp;rdquo; I nodded without asecond thought, still surprised at the fact that she was standing so close tome. She backed away from me. She was avoiding my eye contact. My usual focusreturned. For the first time, I s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/956286/</link>
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			<title>Growing up</title>
			<description>As the day and night passby,we age but we never realize why.Used to be kids once,playing with our friends.Growing up did we,what's our life made to be.&amp;nbsp;Out into school we go,More and more friends we know.Learning what is taught,including disappointment and traught.&amp;nbsp;Growing up did we,what's..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/956268/</link>
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			<title>The Flight</title>
			<description>I woke up staring the morning sky,&amp;nbsp;Had a dream that I could really fly.Flying towards the one place i seek,Time flew by, days and even a week.I suddenly fell down from such a height,with a whole lot of worry and fright.&amp;nbsp;What happened then, I know not why?I woke up staring the morning sky.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/956257/</link>
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			<title>Once in a blue moon</title>
			<description>Trying a short story with some pace and quick change in moods.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/956171/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1:  How it all started? </title>
			<description>My first attempt by mixing genres. Romance and Mystery</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/detectivearavind/956167/</link>
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			<title>Trapped Merlin</title>
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