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			<title>Ideas and Actions</title>
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			<title>The Bodies From The Books</title>
			<description>Positive thoughts lead to positive words. Positive words lead to positive actions. However, thoughts are not always positive.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/1039943/</link>
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			<title>The white jungle chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was only at the top of trees that she felt safe. There is something about being in a place where you can see everything around you that makes her feel at ease. However she had to go soon. She had to go back to the ground where she was sure she would find yet another one..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/1038314/</link>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 14</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It took a few weeks but before we knew it we were in Region R and from the looks of it, we&amp;rsquo;ve been at war for a while. We&amp;rsquo;re led through the streets towards the base we lived in before we got to the O.A. base. Those that live here in Region R don&amp;rsquo;t really..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/1038308/</link>
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			<title>R-13</title>
			<description>They get what they want through fear, pain and taxation. They are Race 13. The controllers of the human compounds.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/1034737/</link>
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			<title>The white jungle</title>
			<description>In this futuristic world, where global warming has taken on an all new meaning a child is forced to save a hunting party that has gone missing. Along with them, shes also on the search to find her dad</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/1034462/</link>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 13</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My father just dropped a bomb on my head. I&amp;rsquo;m the only one out of my five siblings that he intended to make it out of the O.A. base. I understand why me, but what about Adam. He&amp;rsquo;s just seven and had nothing to do with the war, he barely knew what was going on. My..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/1034455/</link>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 12</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After a night of wandering through the forest I need to go back. In a moment of true fear I abandoned them. All of the children that I helped lead out of the base and into that fight. It takes me a minute to gather myself. I have to tell myself each time I move my foot tha..</description>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 11</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It wasn&amp;rsquo;t long before I found myself in a herd of other children just running. Where we&amp;rsquo;re headed is a mystery but someone is clearly leading us. We tire out easily but can&amp;rsquo;t stop, not with freedom so close. The guards may follow us through the tunnels of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/1023979/</link>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 10</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I spent all of the next day in a panic. We weren&amp;rsquo;t supposed to leave this early, we still have a little while longer until the Main State and Her minions infect my arteries with their constant presence. What if we&amp;rsquo;ve been discovered and this is a trap? What if ..</description>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 9</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After three days of trucks, vans and stops for food and bathroom we arrived at Her port, where she used to ship goods from one Region to the Main State or the Main State controlled general stores. I guess in a way it really was an appropriate place for Her to be shipping u..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/1023976/</link>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 8</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After five days in the base I still follow the crowd when the loud bell rings and everyone heads for the doors. I assumed that we were going back to the barracks until it was time for daily exercises and Her daily message from the Main State, but we weren&amp;rsquo;t. When we ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/1022554/</link>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 7</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Waking up in the barracks with 50 other children that are in a similar position is scary. There&amp;rsquo;s all the yelling and confusion that is soon trampled and taken care of by a dozen stern faced women that once wore the black and blue dresses now wear Main State army uni..</description>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 6</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When we arrive at Region R&amp;rsquo;s base we are paraded out of the van and into the gray building. The moment I enter the base and leave my region a woman obviously from the Main State grabs Adam,the baby of the family who loves to be held even though he&amp;rsquo;s seven, from..</description>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 5</title>
			<description>At the end of the first week after Her speech, Region S and Region T have been stripped of adults to make way for a state for the Orphan Army that has grown at a terrifying rate. All of the children from those regions have been kept there and are add ons to Her Orphan Army. On top of that ..</description>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Every morning after Her speech, O.A. collectors come to see if my parents are alive. Also taking place after Her speech was the implantation of the trackers into the arteries of everyone 15 and older. For my family, that meant that everyone but my little brother and myse..</description>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the days that school was offered, we learned that the people in the Main State have three changes of clothes. Their everyday military uniform that is given to every member, pajamas and formal wear. Its different hearing about it and seeing it. Here I can see small child..</description>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 2</title>
			<description>This is my first time on a train and I hope with every fiber in my being that once we return home I will never have to set foot on one again. The train and what it stands for makes me sick. It&amp;rsquo;s too beautiful to be used on us. It&amp;rsquo;s covered in a soft baby blue wallpaper with white..</description>
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			<title>When They Left Us... chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There was a knock at the door and unlike the last 3 years my family was home. So I was not the one that answered the door that day. I am not the one that the Main State messenger handed the summons to for Her &amp;ldquo;grand speech&amp;rdquo; to. Instead I watched as my mother tu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/1022542/</link>
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			<title>When They Left Us</title>
			<description>Imagine a world that is split into only 3 separate states and has one ruler that controls an army made completely out of children and trackers attached to all military participants that can kill them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genoaphoebe/995407/</link>
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