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		<description>The original writings of author Ronnie Smith</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>Lori catches hypothermia in the forest, but wakes up in Illya's house, having been rescued from a frozen death.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1285790/</link>
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			<title>Drava</title>
			<description>16-year-old Lori Jane Peterson wakes up in the house of Illya Ruslanov, a 28-year-old Russian painter and clinic doctor. They slowly break the boundaries between love--obsession--and masochism.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1285780/</link>
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			<title>Polyamorous</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Damian leaned against the wall,irritated as hell, tired as hell, and bound to bring hell. A lit cigarette hunglimply from the corner of his mouth and his hands were stuffed into hispockets. He was upset for the right ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1283766/</link>
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			<title>Crash</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She was colder than the crisp air. Theeyes were gone, there were no more left, his mate laughed at the sight, thepure sadism euphoria. She had no heartbeat. A voice laughed in his ear, makinghim shiver and scream.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1273681/</link>
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			<title>Sid and Nancy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The kids at school knew who theywere, and most knew to stay as far away from them as they possibly could. Itwas considered courageous (what an outrageous thought) to approach any of them,and even more so to join them. All who wer..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1273560/</link>
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			<title>Teams</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Damian sat back in his Beamer,slowly sipping his drink. They were taking way too long. In a matter of minutesthey&amp;rsquo;d have to get back, or they&amp;rsquo;d be in more trouble than they already were.Idly he stroked the perma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1273030/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Two teenage gangs compete and brawl every month in brutal fights of friend against friend, lover against lover, brother against brother. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1273029/</link>
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			<title>Forget</title>
			<description>Oh. Hi. Read.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1185870/</link>
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			<title>Nokte</title>
			<description>My close friend Al had this idea before I did. All characters are my friends (they know about it, Kaiya and I are writing a solid book also). The first chapters are a little out there, I know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1185822/</link>
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			<title>My Child</title>
			<description>Freehanded while listening to Disturbed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1185682/</link>
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			<title>Lamb</title>
			<description>No, it's not from a parent's point of view.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1185661/</link>
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			<title>Cyanide</title>
			<description>Situations I've endured many a time, fortunately. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1185656/</link>
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			<title>Criticize</title>
			<description>Does it make sense, I won't be sure.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1185653/</link>
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			<title>Sunshine and Butterflies</title>
			<description>Hurting loved ones isn't anything new, but it's still one of the worst things you can do.
Written by myself and close friend Kaiya.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1185652/</link>
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			<title>Magnetism</title>
			<description>The title is a reference from a conversation I had with Damian. About love and attraction, Agapos and Aeros. Poetry.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1185648/</link>
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			<title>Starling</title>
			<description>People we love and break. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1185645/</link>
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			<title>Exile and Thought</title>
			<description>Again, all the characters are my friends. Yes, it is purposely Nocte with a &quot;k&quot;.
This chapter might be a little annoying I suppose, but hopefully it'll get better. I do write more fluidly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1184910/</link>
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			<title>Trust</title>
			<description>Damian wrote this for me. The day before I had lied to him about an issue and it hurt him a lot, because well, I've hidden things from and lied to him many times. Not so good for a relationship.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1184902/</link>
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			<title>If The Sun</title>
			<description>My boyfriend Damian wrote this for me. He didn't title it, but when he gives me the title I'll probably change it.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1184894/</link>
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			<title>Obsessive Wounds: Chapter 1</title>
			<description>It's Chapter 1.
That's all. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1023796/</link>
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			<title>Obsessive Wounds</title>
			<description>Originally a script titled &quot;The Loving Wounds: A Short Film&quot;, but... It was originally a story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1023789/</link>
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			<title>Obsessive Wounds: Prologue</title>
			<description>Originally a script titled &quot;The Loving Wounds: A Short Film&quot;, but... It was originally a story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1023787/</link>
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			<title>Loving Wounds: A Short Film </title>
			<description>This is a script for a short film I'd love to direct based off of a story I'm writing.... I think I'll just do the script though....
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/1023209/</link>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>It's actually a song I wrote about my dad because he's in the army and he's almost never home... I pray that God protects him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/973539/</link>
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			<title>When We Die</title>
			<description>It simply just came to my heart. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkilletGirl/968221/</link>
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