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		<description>The original writings of author Cassie Shay</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>PennyAzulLastName: MillerDateof Birth: September 22, 3204Dateof Admittance: September 24, 3209IdentificationNumber: 1274882Cell:1A-5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;	I stepped through the familiar door onceagain, just like I had been doing for ten years. The only furni..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	My earliest memory is from when I wasthree years old. It was the day after my birthday, September 23, 3207. I onlyhad two years left with my parents before I would be sent to the Azuli Academy.At the time, I didn&amp;rsquo;t know much about the mysterious academy, except that mybrother was bein..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984696/</link>
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			<title>The Azuli</title>
			<description>Since she was five, Penny has been locked up in the Azuli Academy. When she discovers that she will be forced to be a part of an experiment, her world is thrown into a tornado of fear and hopelessness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984692/</link>
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			<title>Indestructible</title>
			<description>Last fall, my mom had a HUGE break down. It only lasted a weekend, and then she managed to pull herself back together for the rest of my siblings. But for those two days, I was the only one there. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984477/</link>
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			<title>Her Secret</title>
			<description>When her mother died,  she was forbidden to enter the library. But one day, she decides to push open the door, to open the journals that her mother kept. And it's there that she found the secret.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984475/</link>
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			<title>What I Do</title>
			<description>This is something that I wrote last year. It's just a little story about a soldier and the difficulties that he faces as he fights for his country.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984470/</link>
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			<title>Seven and Counting</title>
			<description>In the three years since my parents, my mom has been in 7 relationships. They've all made a difference somehow, but each one has left something different behind. Here's their story. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984467/</link>
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			<title>The Innocent One</title>
			<description>This is a memoir of when I was seven, almost eight. My mom was pregnant with a baby named Max.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984224/</link>
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			<title>I Won't</title>
			<description>In April, another one of my friends lost someone. But I wasn't sure how to show her that I was there, because I have a different way of dealing with things. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984218/</link>
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			<title>Someone</title>
			<description>Here's another short one. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984211/</link>
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			<title>Maybe</title>
			<description>In March, one of my friends was shot in the head. When I found out, I didn't know what to do. So I wrote a poem for him. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984209/</link>
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			<title>I Never Know</title>
			<description>I never knowWhat to think&amp;nbsp;What to expectWhat to feelI never knowWhen I can smileWhen I will cryWhen it won&amp;rsquo;t matterI never knowIf it&amp;rsquo;s a good dayOr if it&amp;rsquo;ll be badIt&amp;rsquo;s always differentI never knowIf the sun will shineOr if it&amp;rsquo;ll be nightNo light to lead meI never k..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984201/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes</title>
			<description>This one is super short. I don't really know else to say about it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984195/</link>
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			<title>Tears Like Rain</title>
			<description>This is another poem that I wrote for my friends in March. This came a little later, though, when another of her family members died. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984190/</link>
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			<title>This Dark Day</title>
			<description>In March, two of my friends lost people that they were super close to. And I wasn't quite sure how to help them. So I wrote them a poem. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984187/</link>
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			<title>The Making of Me</title>
			<description>This is a collection of memoirs and poems that basically tell my story. It's quite a bit out of order, but I rarely do anything in order anyway. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984180/</link>
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			<title>The Shadow</title>
			<description>This is the first poem that I ever wrote on my own. Since first grade, I've had a grudge against ALL poetry. But then one day, I just started writing and it came out like this. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984173/</link>
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			<title>Your Shattered Heart</title>
			<description>This is just something that I wrote for my dad. He's changed a lot since the divorce, and as the second oldest, it's been hard to watch him put my younger siblings through everything.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassieshay/984157/</link>
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