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		<description>The original writings of author Helen</description>
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			<title>Pictures and Secrets</title>
			<description>I looked at the picture on my phone and a smile played on my lips as I remembered how Eric had taken my phone and insisted that he took a picture of my blushing face after the kiss. My smiled turned into a frown as I remembered the kiss and I lightly touched my lips.&quot;What are you doing?&quot; Zack sudden..</description>
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			<title>Cyborgs</title>
			<description>Humans have enslaved robots and now it's time to revolt.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAreHelen/996907/</link>
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			<title>Sneezes and Eric</title>
			<description>His arm snaked around my waist as we walked up the sand beach. I quickly blushed and panicked so I pushed his arm off and ran towards the place where we were sitting at was, but me being me, I tripped over my own foot and fell face down into the sand.I heard his musical laughter from close behind me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAreHelen/990816/</link>
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			<title>Beaches and It's Water</title>
			<description>&quot;Wake up Stacy.&quot; The familiar British voice whispered. &quot;Wake up Stacy.&quot;I groaned and tried swatting the voice away with my hand only to let it land on something soft. I let my hand touch the curves of it and I felt it move under my hand. I opened my eyes and was met with a smiling Zack with my hand ..</description>
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			<title>Drunks to Delinquents</title>
			<description>School was a drag. I haven't even finished first period and I already wanted to go home. Zack was sitting quietly next to me like how he was all day after I had yelled at him this morning.I elbowed him and he looked up at me, his features softening.&quot;Why are you so quiet?&quot; I whispered, hoping I would..</description>
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			<title>Smoothies and Boys</title>
			<description>I didn't want to go to school because if I did go, I would have passed another day of school and if I passed another day then I would be another day closer to having to walk down the hall with the man a barely knew. But despite all the thoughts running through my head, here I was, sitting in his red..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAreHelen/990003/</link>
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			<title>Prince Of England</title>
			<description>I woke up with a huge smile on my face. Yesterday had been the best day ever.&amp;nbsp;I had just turned 18 and had the biggest party in the history of parties.&amp;nbsp;That and the fact that I was officially eighteen.I went downstairs with my phone in hand, expecting to see plastic red cups everywhere wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAreHelen/990000/</link>
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			<title>An Arranged Marriage</title>
			<description>Its always fun... Until you find the one that you love.</description>
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