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			<title>XIV</title>
			<description>Around 11:45 that night, you texted me while you were still at work saying that you were really tired. I knew, even though you later denied it, that you were going to try and tell me that you were too tired for me to come over when you got off, so I sent you a text and told you that I was on my way...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1025011/</link>
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			<title>XIII</title>
			<description>I picked you up from your hotel around 5:30 on Friday evening. You had to poop or something and it was raining, so I told you that I'd just wait for you in my car. When you got in my car, I asked you what you wanted to eat. You said that you wanted Mexican, but I told you that I didn't like Mexican ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1024899/</link>
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			<title>XII</title>
			<description>That evening, I packed my bag, grabbed my leftover doughnuts, and made my way to your hotel. When I got there, I put all of my things down, and then showed you the Game of Thrones theme song done in the style of a musicbox. You liked it, and I was glad because I feel like a good relationship is one ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1024850/</link>
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			<title>XI</title>
			<description>On Wednesday, you called me and asked me if I wanted to hang out after you got done working out. I told you that of course I did, just to let me know when. I ended up going to school to work out and get my I.D. validated, but it turned out that the gym was closed, so I went ahead and made my way to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1022772/</link>
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			<title>X</title>
			<description>On Sunday morning, I texted you to see if you were still coming over for lunch. You said you could be there by 1:20. Naturally, you were late, but it didn't make a difference to me. I waited until you got there to eat lunch with you while Grandmama and Autumn went ahead and ate lunch at 1:00 like we..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1022142/</link>
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			<title>IX</title>
			<description>When I called you Thursday evening, you didn't answer, so I left a voicemail. You texted me about two minutes after I called, but didn't respond to the question that I asked when I called, so I sent you a text in all capital letters telling you that it was imperative that you call me back or answer ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1019890/</link>
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			<title>VIII</title>
			<description>On Tuesday, I decided that I was going to make you some chicken noodle soup, even though I was still kindof upset that you blew me off. I knew that I shouldn't have been disappointed with you. You were sick, and you felt bad, and you probably didn't want to do anything but be alone and rest. I knew ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1018666/</link>
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			<title>VII</title>
			<description>Your texting&amp;nbsp;etiquette really sucks, you know. Later that Sunday afternoon, I asked you what you had planned. It took you over an hour to respond, and by the time I had invited you to dinner, and you said you'd like to come, but then retracted your statement because you remembered that you and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1016953/</link>
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			<title>VI</title>
			<description>Later that Saturday evening, you texted me and asked me if I had any plans. I said that I was writing, but other than that, no. You called and asked if I wanted to go eat with your friend and his girlfriend because it was her birthday. Naturally, I accepted your offer.&amp;nbsp;I met ya'll there, and wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1016522/</link>
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			<title>V</title>
			<description>In the morning, you brought me back home. As you were leaving, I remembered that I forgot to give you your blueberries, so I texted you and told you so. My phone died, and when you turned around to come back and get them, I had no idea you were here. For once in his life, Titus didn't even bark.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1016475/</link>
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			<title>IV</title>
			<description>You called me the next morning to tell me that you left your keys in my car and to see if I could leave them at my house for you to pick up before I left to go to Charleston. I told you that I could meet you somewhere later that day to give them to you.We met up Downtown just before seven o'clock th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1015972/</link>
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			<title>III</title>
			<description>A few nights after the tampon incident, I called you. I wanted to talk to you, about us, but I felt like it wasn't the right time, so I kept my mouth shut, and instead asked you if you had ever had Superman ice cream, and if you wanted to go to the Pink Dipper with me the next day. You said that you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1015744/</link>
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			<title>II</title>
			<description>I will never be able to forget the second night we met, mostly because it was one of the most awkward situations I have ever put myself in. To my surprise, it was even more awkward than the first time we met, but I think that we handled it so well that it really wasn't as awkward-- at least, not for..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1015726/</link>
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			<title>I</title>
			<description>I mentally ended our relationship before we ever began because you took too long to respond to a simple text message. I convinced myself that you were not interested in me, and so I tried to deny the possibility of ever having something special with you. I even started writing a story-- but not this..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1014638/</link>
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			<title>A Chronicle of How I Let You Shatter My Fragile Heart</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1014631/</link>
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			<title>Lies and Consequences</title>
			<description>How they got on the subject of being in a polyamorous relationship would always elude her, and she would never fail to be surprised at the fact that she had practically lied when she said that she did not have any objection to being an active participant in one. Practically lied-- who was she kiddin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1007149/</link>
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			<title>Tuesday's Girl</title>
			<description>A short story about a guy that has a girl for every day of the week, and how his plan ultimately goes awry. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1007148/</link>
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			<title>First Love</title>
			<description>Before I start telling about the first time (and, thus far, the only time,) I ever fell in love, I think that I should take a moment to clarify that there are so many different types of love out there. My first love was a puppy love. He was my high school sweetheart. But neither of those things mean..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/1002455/</link>
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			<title>Adrift</title>
			<description>Written- 2/21/12</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/997607/</link>
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			<title>Tracing Constellations</title>
			<description>Written- 11/29/10

I completely bullshitted this one for extra credit, and I'm not fond of it at all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/997603/</link>
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			<title>Hatchlings</title>
			<description>Written- 9/22/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/997601/</link>
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			<title>Little Fledgling</title>
			<description>Written- 2/3/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/997592/</link>
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			<title>Morning</title>
			<description>	The sun had already risen and was creeping lazily into the little boy's room by the time he was beginning to slip away from his dreams and back into reality. As he became aware of the warm tendrils of light caressing his face and pressing against his eyelids, he suddenly remembered that he had awok..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/996976/</link>
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			<title>Baby's Story</title>
			<description>I don't really know exactly how this is going to turn out. More than likely, it's going to be a story, not a book, but I want to keep the pieces separate for now.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vulpecula/996966/</link>
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