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			<title>Clinker Bill</title>
			<description>ClinkerBillBruceLyman     B   ill was forty three years oldwhen he shaved his legs for the first time. It had never crossed his mind to dothis. &amp;nbsp;Ever. Not that he had any aversionto the concept. In his school days he had a couple of triathlete f..</description>
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			<title>Leather Chair</title>
			<description>This story was inspired by two random postcards placed together &amp;#2013266070; one depicting a young man sitting in a chair, the other promoting an art show. The latter depicted a glass slipper covered in red glass beads. I started to write about the young man. The ch</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pickledeel/438206/</link>
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			<title> A Malayan Emergency</title>
			<description>I picked up the satin finished black and white photo from off the station platform. The patterned edges were rough in my hand and the torn paper on its back flapped loose in the warm rain.&amp;ldquo;All aboard! All aboard.&amp;rdquo; Shouted above the hiss of the engine, the clank and ..</description>
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			<title>My Salvation</title>
			<description>Andrew was kicked back on the pavement, dying from a wound in his neck. He knew he was dying, but he had no idea how the wound had occurred, or why. His confused thoughts wondered at what had struck him and how it was he was hit so hard.&amp;nbsp; Faces and names flashed through his mind a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pickledeel/345312/</link>
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			<title>The Old Man</title>
			<description>As I say, shadows are what I remember. One&amp;rsquo;s that stretch up walls, curl through trees, and move without people. I don&amp;rsquo;t remember people. Not really. Just shadows.I&amp;rsquo;ve always preferred a candle to the electric light.The dark seems to arrive early these days- lik..</description>
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			<title>Jedi Academy</title>
			<description>&amp;#2013266080;A long time ago in a galaxy far far away: Ten years after the Battle of Endor, the IMPERIAL REMNANT continues to be driven back by the NEW REPUBLIC, forcing the imperials to adopt increasingly desperate tactics in the ongoing struggle. Meanwhile, Jedi Master LUKE SKYWALK..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pickledeel/345305/</link>
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			<title>Elliot Jones</title>
			<description>Tear streaked face abd runny nose,After tying up your sister with the garden hose,What next will you do? Nobody knows,Elliot Jones.&amp;nbsp;Lurid clothes an short, bitten nails,Jars full of beetles, tadpoles and snails.What have the poor dogs got tied to their tails,Elliot Jones?&amp;nbsp..</description>
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