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		<description>The original writings of author T. R. Writer</description>
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			<title>The Promise</title>
			<description>A short love story inspired by a story in This Is How You Lose her by Junot Diaz. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/1385196/</link>
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			<title>Streets of Blood</title>
			<description>Flash Fiction</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/712862/</link>
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			<title>Teenage Pregnancy</title>
			<description>Flash Fiction</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/712860/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>I wrote this as a possible beginning to a book, but really just to get out of this writers block I was sort of stuck in.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/674164/</link>
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			<title>Eighteen Odd Years</title>
			<description>I paced the halls back and forth, scared, excited, a billion thoughts rushing through my head so loud that I couldn&amp;rsquo;t hear anything going on around me. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like I was being hit with a sledge hammer with every beat. You should be in there, a voice from within..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/622113/</link>
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			<title>Transference</title>
			<description>Hey, it happens. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/622112/</link>
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			<title>French Toast and Coffee</title>
			<description>A short story about battling depression.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/588516/</link>
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			<title>I Messed Up</title>
			<description>A letter type poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/525755/</link>
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			<title>Zombie</title>
			<description>Sometimes we all can be zombies</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/515532/</link>
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			<title>Erotic Services</title>
			<description>A man turns to a woman of the streets to quench his sexual thirst.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/515530/</link>
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			<title>Abyss</title>
			<description>I haven't written anything in a long time, been going through sometimes and haven't found the inspiration to write. Blackbirdsong has been trying to push me to get back into doing what I love so this is the first thing I've written in a long while. It may</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/399664/</link>
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			<title>Good Bye</title>
			<description>Goodbye&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hesitated going into the place I once I called home. I was surprised at just how hard my heart was beating and how sweaty my palms got. You just have to go inside and get the last remaining boxes I thought. I had gotten most of my things ear..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/334622/</link>
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			<title>Killing Me Softly</title>
			<description>An Acrostic</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/286020/</link>
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			<title>Your Friend</title>
			<description>a letter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/256604/</link>
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			<title>Manicured Lawns</title>
			<description>This is another short story I thought was lost forever, but I'm glad I found it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/233319/</link>
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			<title>Dead Wrong</title>
			<description>I wrote this short story awhile ago and lost it, but I am so glad I found it. I am not sure if it's any good, I'm just glad that I found it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/233318/</link>
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			<title>I Miss You</title>
			<description>I miss you.I know I just saw you,But I&amp;rsquo;m not talking about that you.I miss the old you-The you that used to let theWords &amp;ldquo;I love you&amp;rdquo; flow fromHer lips with ease.I miss the youThat used to give meTantalizing kisses thatMade my toes curlAnd my heart stutter.I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/232752/</link>
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			<title>Traveler</title>
			<description>a Senryu</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/224248/</link>
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			<title>Needing more</title>
			<description>a Senryu</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/224247/</link>
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			<title>Breathe</title>
			<description>a Senryu</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/224246/</link>
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			<title>Sweet Kisses</title>
			<description>Sweet kisses from youAre like honey to a beeUntil you sting me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/224245/</link>
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			<title>Wondering (a Nonet)</title>
			<description>My first attempt at a Nonet. Thought it would be fun to play with.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/222624/</link>
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			<title>Beautiful Muslimah (Beautiful Muslim Woman [unedited])</title>
			<description>This is the original version and so a quick lesson in Arabic is required: Allah is the Arabic word for God; Isa is the Arabic translation of Jesus and Alhumdulillah is the Arabic phrase for &amp;quot;Thank God&amp;quot;.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/221275/</link>
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			<title>Beautiful Muslimah (Beautiful Muslim Woman [edited])</title>
			<description>This is a rather personal poem and I hesitated about posting it because I know that religion can be a very touchy subject, but after I wrote it and shared it with the person it was mean for I wanted to share it with my friends her :) This is the edited ve</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/221267/</link>
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			<title>I Wish I Could Make You Love Me</title>
			<description>I wish I could make you love me. I would pull you close,Let you feel my heart Which beats for theSole purpose of loving you. I would take you by the hand,Show you the world Through my eyes, Let you see that all you want,All you could ever desireOr needIs within me.&amp;nbsp; Unco..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/219092/</link>
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			<title>Succubus</title>
			<description>I was awakened by a loud bang. At first I wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure if I had dreamed it or not, but the house was ghastly quite. I got out of bed, put on my Strawberry Shortcake slippers and peered out of my room. The hall was filled with the strong smell of something burnt. At first I thought it was incens..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/211915/</link>
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			<title>Preperation</title>
			<description>Getting her readywhile he waits with lustful thoughtsEcstasy is near&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/211913/</link>
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			<title>Tears</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tears rage down my face. I&amp;rsquo;m crying. Crying and I don&amp;rsquo;t know why. Crying because I&amp;rsquo;m confused. I&amp;rsquo;m lost. I don&amp;rsquo;t know who I am or who I&amp;rsquo;m supposed to be. Don&amp;rsquo;t know what I&amp;rsquo;m doing or what I&amp;rsquo;m supposed to be doing. I&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/211912/</link>
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			<title>Lights, Camera, Action</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is the last time you&amp;rsquo;re doing this. It&amp;rsquo;s been four years. You&amp;rsquo;ve made enough money. It&amp;rsquo;s time to get out while you&amp;rsquo;re ahead. She thought to herself, a glass of Jack Daniels in her left hand, a joint in her right. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/211911/</link>
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			<title>Jennifer Neomie</title>
			<description>She thought having a baby would make everything perfect. I knew having a baby could shatter an already cracking relationship. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She was afraid to tell me. She was afraid that I would pressure her into having an abortion. She kept it from me at first, only telling me when I becam..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/211909/</link>
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			<title>Longing</title>
			<description>Refused to be broughtProviding mens fantasyShe longed for real love&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/211908/</link>
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			<title>Women of the Arts</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Women of the artsTrained in dance, music, singing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A thing of beauty&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Geisha, Orian, Tayuu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Preserving rich tradition&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/211902/</link>
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			<title>Perfect Stranger</title>
			<description>A short story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/211901/</link>
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			<title>Office Romance</title>
			<description>A Short Story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/208104/</link>
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			<title>I Am Beautiful</title>
			<description>A short story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/208086/</link>
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			<title>Rara Avis</title>
			<description>A free form poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/187586/</link>
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			<title>Inamorata</title>
			<description>A short Story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Torey1976/144074/</link>
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