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		<description>The original writings of author Anna-Marie Nicole</description>
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			<title>Wake Up William</title>
			<description>I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it happend years before. I was five, and he was seven. I remember the bright sun blinding us so as we ran across the beach barefooted. As my fingers linked into his, I grinned. &quot;Carefull young ones!&quot; Our mothers shouted out the front door. &quot;We will!&quot; ..</description>
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			<title>Not Your Love Story</title>
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			<title>Little Do They Know</title>
			<description>Fourteen, (almost fifteen year old) Gwenith (or Gwenn) is living with her older brothers and father, who is mean to her.</description>
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			<title>Brent-Wood</title>
			<description>Fouteen year old Quincy Adams is your normal teen.
Or she thinks.</description>
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			<title>Heave Got Anther Angel</title>
			<description>Heaven got another Angel.Mommy says to soon.Daddy cries all day and night.They both pray to the moon.Heaven got another Angel.She was so young and small.Docters said she would not live.She didn't even get to live life at all.Heaven got another Angel.Car wrecks happen with out reason.The burried him ..</description>
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			<title>A cutter's and child abuse poem</title>
			<description>My razer blades my only friend.Along with Teddy Bear.I get my razer when I am sad.And Teddy when I am scared.I have bruises all over my wrist.Some that Razer had made.But most of my bruises r on my body.From daddy and mommy playing a game.My bedrooms a cold basementI am locked in it all day.Sometime..</description>
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			<title>CHapther Three</title>
			<description>As I was about to hang up after a couple thousdon rings I heard a noise. &quot;Randon dear! How are you!&quot; &quot;I'm fine. I just wanna talk to somebody.&quot; &quot;Okay. But its onlt twenle. Is school getting out early?&quot; &quot;No. I just almost blew my secret from crying.&quot; He poused. &quot;Oh. Well your seventeen in three years..</description>
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			<title>Chapther Two</title>
			<description>The next morning my phone alarm went off. It was six oclock. I put Samsun beside the wall and creeped out of bed to the railing. Clarissa was makeing out with a random dude and Markus was dancing with a broom. I sighed. At lest there not fighting or drinking. There just high. I ran a quick shower an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/982421/</link>
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			<title>Chapther One</title>
			<description>I walked into my house teary and red eyed from crying. I always cried. Everyday. I opened the front door to see my mother on the floor drunk. When I was little I used to think my mother and father where sleeping, or even dead. Once when I thought they where dead, I even called 911. The asured me eve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/982401/</link>
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			<title>Hit The Lights</title>
			<description>Randon Higgins is being abused by her drinking mother, her father and her mothers servel boyfriends. What happens?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/982394/</link>
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			<title>Singing Arielle's Lullabye info</title>
			<description>Singing Arielle's Lullabye [[Info/ Plot]]It was the summer between eighth and ninth grade when strange things start happening. Arielle Montgomery is a fourteen girl old teen living with her brothers Christopher and Liam who are high schooler's and Christopher is out of high school.They go to a diner..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/980337/</link>
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			<title>names for my up coming story -Singing { }'s Luluabye</title>
			<description>This is a list of names I am going to write for my up coming story :: 'Singing [&amp;nbsp; ]'s Lullaby' the [&amp;nbsp; ] is the girls name. Girlsssss:::::::::::::;[-] means i am thinking about using that nameSummerSamanthaArielle [-]Nicolette [-]TylerKrissyElena [-]Anna [-]_________Boys_________Christopher..</description>
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			<title>Random again</title>
			<description>&quot;Goodbye Mom.&quot; I said as I drove off alone to go to Kentucky. My mom waved in to review mirror. My daughter Rik-Er kicked the seat in the back. &quot;Mommy. Where are we going?&quot; I turned to her. &quot;Kentucky.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should tell you about myself. My names Ashton Jonas and I am..</description>
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			<title>No Place To Go.</title>
			<description>When Ashton Jonas (girl) moves to another state, she has nobody. She lives alone in a one room trailer. She had to move becouse of her family problems. She mets a boy named James. He has secrets.</description>
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			<title>Stop and Stare eipode three or four</title>
			<description>In The Morning ::Livy:[wakes up fifteen minuites before the alarm goes off][She goes to the bathroom and takes a shower and goes downstairs with her notebook] Hello? Anybody down here?No Body Answers.Livy:[she walks into an empty bedroom (or so she thought was an empty bedroom) and sits down on a be..</description>
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			<title>Stop and Stare [[ Episode 2]]</title>
			<description>In the car with Carrie and Livy on the way to the S.O.S. ( The Orphanage )Carrie:So why don't you tell me about your life sweetie. To you know, get to know each other better.Livy:[nods] Okay. My names Elizabeth Faya Rose Lynn but I go by Livy. I am fourteen today, and my brother James abused me and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/976658/</link>
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			<title>Stop and Stare [[ Episode One]]</title>
			<description>Livy:[she looked around the police place as a young woman came in smiling. She jumps up and ran behind her friend's father, Micheal] Please don't make me go. I'll behave. Please.Micheal:I'm sorry sweetheart but your father requested I give you up to the Orphanage at the age of fourteen. It;s your fo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/976654/</link>
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			<title>random</title>
			<description>Never been afried of the dark.Just of whats inside.Sometimes I hear you voice.Than I wanna cry.No-one seems to listen.Exaspe you.Than you gone and went away.I'm not trying to blame you.[[CHORES]]I don't wanna be scared.Of my own mirror face.Smiles all the time.Never a fake.</description>
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			<title>Old Songs I love and Acters and Singers</title>
			<description>OLD SONGS I LOVED / LOVE [[ AND SINGERS/ANCTERS]Girlfriend : [Arvil Lavinge]Hot :[ A.L.][[Anything by A.L.]]Womanizer: [B.S.]Zoey 101 Theme Song : [Jamie Lynn Spears]Black Eyed Peas[Younger: Miley Cyrus, Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez]Younger: Katy Perry, </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/975540/</link>
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			<title>Random</title>
			<description>&quot;Damn it!&quot; I heard my older brother Micah say across the living room. I stood up. &quot;What's wrong Bubba?&quot; I ask and went to him. He glared at me. &quot;You!&quot; He hissed and stood up. He went outside and I watched him though the window. He got out a cigarette and smoked and took a rock and though it at his g..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/975154/</link>
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			<title>He Was Different</title>
			<description>Steffen McCain met her father's best friend's son Micheal. He had mental problems. He was Schizophrenic and Autistic. When they where babies they would have playdates together. That was until he died.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/973642/</link>
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			<title>SONG # 1</title>
			<description>She didn't think twice.Just did it with out breathing right.Momma's sobbing and daddy's trying to calm her down.Didn't think she would really do it in the middle of the night.{{CHORES}}Scars crawling up her left armLeft thigh and right cheek.Tear stains stained her favorite white tank.She has kept c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/973271/</link>
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			<title>I'm Already There [[A one-shot]]</title>
			<description>IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT A ONE-SHOT IS THAN YOULL BE LOST</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/971659/</link>
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			<title>Half Way Gone</title>
			<description>Steffen:[she looks at her parents in the hostpitle bed letting tears fall;she held her breath before looking at the doctors sadly before hearing the horrible news] Are they......? [she stopped, hoping the doctor would understand what she was getting at]Doctor:[nodding slowly trying to keep tears fro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/971568/</link>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>~~It's not what your normally see but it is what it is~~</description>
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			<title>Crush ;Epi Three</title>
			<description>We walked to lunch with Jake behind us.&quot;So Denny, we're partners huh?&quot; He said.Lori looked at me and smiled. &quot;I'll leave you to alone kay'?&quot; She left.I turned to him. &quot;Yeah. It's no big deal you know.&quot;He stopped. &quot;What do you mean?&quot;&quot;It's just a stupid science project you know?&quot;He nodded. &quot;I know. So..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/971124/</link>
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			<title>Crush : Epi Two</title>
			<description>Another Wednesday morning. Normal morning. Got up, got dressed, and went to the Hell Hole parents and teachers call 'school.'As I walked into the school, my best friend Lori came to me. &quot;Hey, I heard Jake Charles talking about you with Josh.&quot;I nodded. &quot;Whatever. There probaby planning some trick or ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/971120/</link>
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			<title>Crush : Epi/Chapther One</title>
			<description>Its a dream. It just has to be one. I mean, Jake Charles, the HOTTEST boy in school is in MY house on a Friday night at THREE in the morning with his face ONE INCH away from mine.&quot;So.&quot; Jake said smiling. &quot;You game for it?&quot;I nodded shaking, and blinked my eyes. I sucked in my breath, smiled and said ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/971110/</link>
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			<title>Crush</title>
			<description>&quot;It's not your typical love story. It's not yours, or his, or hers, or theres, cus its mine.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/971102/</link>
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			<title>iutfugfuvgbo</title>
			<description>It was Denny Smith's first birthday. She crawled into the biggest castle in Monkey's Kingdom that took up half of the room. She liked the smell. It smelled like vanilla white frosting. She grinned and bounced. She looked out the tiny 'window' to see her father carrying her older sister Lani up the s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/970499/</link>
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			<title>My Life Would Suck With Out You</title>
			<description>Denny Smith/age sixteen. Brown hair, athletic, smart, sweet, funny.  This is her story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/970490/</link>
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			<title>Dare You To Move [[Episode/Chapther Two]]</title>
			<description>&quot;Go on Denny. You will be the best Tinkerbell alive.&quot; My best friend Jonie said as she gently pushed me to the stage. &quot;Peter! The people in the crowd must clap so I may live!&quot; I said, laying on the ground. The people in the crowd cheered. I smiled while my teacher walked to the stage. &quot;Denny Smith a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/970477/</link>
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			<title>Dare You To Move [[Chapther/Episode One]] </title>
			<description>The first Episode/Chapther of [[Dare You To Move]]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anniehartmann/970475/</link>
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			<title>Dare You To Move</title>
			<description>Denny Smith is sixteen years old and she will tell you her story.</description>
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