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		<description>The original writings of author R.X. Bruthur</description>
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			<title>The Bricks: Chapter IV</title>
			<description>Eve and Jamison discuss the past as well as the future.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/267811/</link>
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			<title>The Bricks: Chapter III</title>
			<description>Jamison takes Eve's virginity in front of the men.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/249197/</link>
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			<title>The Bricks: Chapter II</title>
			<description>Jamison is tempted.  Eve is shocked.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/239313/</link>
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			<title>City Lights</title>
			<description>Rayne and Quinn deal with their baby's first fever.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/224038/</link>
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			<title>The Bricks: Chapter I</title>
			<description>Jamison meets Eve.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/223831/</link>
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			<title>The Bricks</title>
			<description>In a distant future where women are used as vessels and sex toys, one woman escapes her fate only to tumble into hell.  At The Bricks there is one woman, sixty men.  She belongs to one man, but the others expect him to share...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/223828/</link>
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			<title>Burn</title>
			<description>She's a freak.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/222255/</link>
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			<title>Reel</title>
			<description>Her life could have been a movie, but it was a movie no one would want to see.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/222243/</link>
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			<title>ASSertion</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3, 6, 9, damn you&amp;rsquo;re fine. . . The beat was a dull thud in the back of Caitlin&amp;rsquo;s mind. They were dancing, or at least had been. Now she was pressed against a wall, Angelina&amp;rsquo;s lips devouring her own. Her body san..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/217111/</link>
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			<title>Dear Mother</title>
			<description>Mother knows best.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/217108/</link>
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			<title>Your Kink</title>
			<description>The knife and the mask only make it hotter.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/210457/</link>
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			<title>Victoria's Secret vs. The Formal Party</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I think her Grandmother&amp;rsquo;s just taken a mild stroke,&amp;rdquo; Ethan Channing said conversationally as he sipped champagne with Caitlin O&amp;rsquo;Brien. &amp;ldquo;Well, I doubt most grandmothers expect their granddaughters to show up at party wearing something off a mannequin at Victor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/210454/</link>
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			<title>Soap Me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m to work in an hour, Angel.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/210451/</link>
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			<title>Three, Four, Five</title>
			<description>We all have to make difficult decisions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/168923/</link>
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			<title>Angel &amp;amp; Irish: Pantylines</title>
			<description>Collection of shorts featuring Angel &amp;amp; Irish</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/167934/</link>
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			<title>The Angel &amp;amp; The Irish</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Her glossy, pink lips closed over the tip of the colorful stray that was stuck in her mai tai. Her cheeks hollowed as she took a sip, her shockingly blue eyes staring into the contents of her glass. Releasing the straw, Angelina Channing pressed her lips together, making sure her gloss was s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/150689/</link>
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			<title>Zero Refills</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Across town there is a boy who sits in a room just like your own (at least I hope it&amp;rsquo;s like your own).&amp;nbsp;A laptop is open on his unmade bed, flashing a classic screensaver.&amp;nbsp;The multi-colored orb bounces around t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/145000/</link>
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			<title>Smoke</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;She could smell the scent of stale smoke before he even walked through the door, even though she had kept the windows closed and locked while the fire he was fighting raged on.&amp;nbsp;She couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand the smell of the smoke, knowing he was out there in the middle of it, couldn&amp;rsquo;t ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RXbruthur/141373/</link>
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