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			<title>pt2: nineteen</title>
			<description>To Jacob, love was holding Travis after a long day of school, watching episodes of the Office, nudging him into eating. Jacob did so now, stroking Travis's silky hair, looking down at him lovingly. &quot;I dont get it,&quot; Jacob said after a while, gesturing to the computer he had propped up on a coffee tab..</description>
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			<title>pt2: eighteen </title>
			<description>Jacob is in love. He is undeniably, irrefutably, explicitly in love. He supposes he has been in love for a while, that the ache in his chest and terror in his stomach is a side effect of this love. He supposes he should've known a while ago. He supposes he was too busy fighting demons (his God and h..</description>
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			<title>pt2: seventeen</title>
			<description>This chapter comes in at over 6k words and a large portion of it is mostly filler smut, but it does serve a purpose.&amp;nbsp;Jacob almost died when he saw Travis in that ice cream shop. Travis was stunning, that stud in his eyebrow, hair finally professionally cut, apron wrapped around his small waist ..</description>
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			<title>pt2: sixteen</title>
			<description>Jacob did not love Mikaela. Hell, he didn't even like her, not that she needed to know that. Not that she did know that. Jacob considered her as a means to an end; a way to keep his father off his back, to make his Ma' happy when Mikaela came over, to cover up the slurs and sneers whispered behind h..</description>
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			<title>pt2: fifteen</title>
			<description>Cw for mentions of sex between two minors. Nothing actually graphic this time but still worth the warning.&amp;nbsp;Jacob and Travis were sitting at a picnic table. It was still summer, and the air was sticky and moist, like when melted Popsicle runs down your arm and the sugar seeps into your skin. Jac..</description>
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			<title>pt2: fourteen</title>
			<description>When Travis and Jacob were in sixth grade, they had kissed on a dare. That was Jacob's first kiss, not that he told Travis this, or that he would ever tell Travis this. The girl Jacob kissed now could never compare to Travis, even if the girl did not fumble or press her lips together in disgust like..</description>
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			<title>pt2: thirteen</title>
			<description>Jacob hated Olivia Adams. From the moment he&amp;rsquo;d seen the way Travis looked at her, he&amp;rsquo;d hated her, hated the way she made his best friend smile and look at her fondly with such ease. Jacob wished Travis would look at him like that, jealousy trickling down through his skin and settling in ..</description>
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			<title>pt1: eighteen </title>
			<description>Travis hated senior year. The rush to study, to apply for colleges, to continue working to get the hell out dodge and finally get away. If there was anything Travis was good at, it was keeping focused on his part time job instead of his school work, choosing to forgo turning in homework to stand beh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blacknailpoIish/3127258/</link>
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			<title>pt1: seventeen</title>
			<description>Cw for sex between two underage characters.&amp;nbsp;Scene starts at the **** and ends at the next ****.&amp;nbsp;Oliver had run away. Some part of Travis knew he'd never find him, nor Jude ever again. Travis wanted to throw up.&amp;nbsp;Travis had been doing well, coping with Zoe&amp;rsquo;s death, and yet, Travis..</description>
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			<title>pt1: sixteen</title>
			<description>The entire school had taken Oliver&amp;rsquo;s coming out in freshman year rather well. Travis assumed it was because they&amp;rsquo;d all heard about his fight the autumn eighth grade began. When summer began once more, Travis wondered if that was what it would be like their junior year too.&amp;nbsp;Travis st..</description>
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			<title>pt1: fifteen</title>
			<description>Cw for a side character death and mentions of shOliver had a boyfriend. Travis wasn't sure why he had a boyfriend. Oliver had always seemed like he liked girls, but it wasn't any of Travis's business. When he asked Oliver about it he only said, &amp;ldquo;I wanted to try it with a guy,&amp;rdquo; and he did..</description>
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			<title>pt1: fourteen</title>
			<description>It was Summer again when Olivia came back. It was always Summer with her. Travis knew she was back, because the moving trucks were back in front of her house, her fathers car parked in the drive.Travis was smart enough to know not to go up to Olivia's house, so instead he walked in front of it, look..</description>
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			<title>pt1: thirteen </title>
			<description>Summer. </description>
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			<title>seasons (BxB)</title>
			<description>summer: Travis did not mean to fall in love, did not mean to let such simple affection consume him so easily. 
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Or in which i take one story and turn it into 4</description>
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			<title>Nemo Sine Culpa Est</title>
			<description>Nemo sine culpa est:Latin, meaning, no one is without fault&amp;#9790; &amp;#8902;*&amp;#65381;&amp;#65439;:&amp;#8902;*&amp;#65381;&amp;#65439;She lays in bed. Angels don't sleep, but that doesn't stop her. She sighs, and rolls onto her side. Her white hair is splayed behind her, and she flicks a strand off her neck. She look..</description>
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			<title>Deo Gratias</title>
			<description>Deo gratias:Latin, meaning, thanks be to god.&amp;#9790; &amp;#8902;*&amp;#65381;&amp;#65439;:&amp;#8902;*&amp;#65381;&amp;#65439;When Ash opens his eyes, it is still dark. Azazel is still asleep, on his side of the bed, just as Ash had left him. Ash sits up, looking down at Azazel, at his sleeping face, mouth hanging open and..</description>
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			<title>Vulpes Pilum Mutat, Non Mores</title>
			<description>Vulpes pilum mutat, non mores:Latin, meaning, the fox changes its fur, not its behavior&amp;#9790; &amp;#8902;*&amp;#65381;&amp;#65439;:&amp;#8902;*&amp;#65381;&amp;#65439;Ash's head is thick, bile rising in the back of his throat. He coughs, trying to keep from throwing up, but fails, collapsing to the ground. He retches up w..</description>
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			<title>Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit</title>
			<description>Ex nihilo nihil fit:Latin, meaning, nothing comes from nothing.&amp;#9790; &amp;#8902;*&amp;#65381;&amp;#65439;:&amp;#8902;*&amp;#65381;&amp;#65439;Azazel makes Ash&amp;hellip; uncomfortable. There's something about his red lips always stuck in that same evil grin he appeared with, the predatory glint in his inhuman eyes that remi..</description>
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			<title>Omnia Mundis Mundis</title>
			<description>Omnia mundis mundis:Latin, meaning, everything is clean.&amp;#9790; &amp;#8902;*&amp;#65381;&amp;#65439;:&amp;#8902;*&amp;#65381;&amp;#65439;Michael was not expecting to find him so soon. He could see the lines of energy traveling the boys skin, oh so similar to his own, yet so different. He knows what he must do, but God, he ..</description>
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			<title>Alea Iacta Est</title>
			<description>Alea Iacta Est:&amp;nbsp;Latin, meaning, the gamble has been cast.&amp;#42510;&amp;#9825;&amp;#65533;&quot;&amp;#65533;&amp;#65533;&quot;&amp;#65533;&amp;#65533;&quot;&amp;#65533;&amp;#65533;&quot;&amp;#65533;&amp;#65533;&quot;&amp;#65533;&amp;#9825;&amp;#42510;Ash feels a prickle on his neck. It occurs often, this feeling that he&amp;rsquo;s not alone in a room. Every birthday he feels..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blacknailpoIish/3127151/</link>
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			<title>Incipit</title>
			<description>Incipit:Latin, meaning, begins.&amp;#42510;&amp;#9825;&amp;#65533;&quot;&amp;#65533;&amp;#65533;&quot;&amp;#65533;&amp;#65533;&quot;&amp;#65533;&amp;#65533;&quot;&amp;#65533;&amp;#65533;&quot;&amp;#65533;&amp;#9825;&amp;#42510;On the morning of his sixteenth birthday, Ash wanted to die. What a joke. He looks at the book in his hands with loathing. He strokes its leather cover wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blacknailpoIish/3127149/</link>
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			<title>Memento Mori (BxB)</title>
			<description>Ash Murray is used to a certain system of prophetic books, one assigned to each human. Except his, his never has any prophecies. 

What happens when a victim of a manipulative system gets caught? </description>
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