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			<title>Saturday, December 13, 2008 - Sometime later</title>
			<description>Second Installment.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/424909/</link>
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			<title>Saturday, December 13, 2008</title>
			<description>First installment.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/424575/</link>
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			<title>Diary of a Lycan</title>
			<description>An idea suggested by my darling Blue Eyes, I hope it's everything he wants.  The concept of the world of Lycans and Faeries mixing, and what happens when a Lycan falls in love with those of the smaller stature and oddest of ways.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/424573/</link>
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			<title>When Drinking With Ladies</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was the first time I'd ever spoken to her before, though I'd seen her in this bar many times before.&amp;nbsp; It was also probably the last time that I would ever speak to her.&amp;nbsp; She was beautiful, I'll give her that merit, but she was much to stubborn and strong-willed ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/421798/</link>
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			<title>Steam</title>
			<description>A co-written story between myself and my dear friend Jean-Luc.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/421794/</link>
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			<title>Green Fields and Stormy Skies</title>
			<description>So terribly confused right now, just letting some of it out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/417858/</link>
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			<title>Hidden by the Veil of Doubt</title>
			<description>Meh, it'll all tie together eventually.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/401003/</link>
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			<title>Waiting on Wren</title>
			<description>Going to be a real book someday, once I take all my many ideas and mush them together into one.  In the meanwhilst, you shall see random things added to this until I make it one.  Enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/397141/</link>
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			<title>Discombobulated Belle</title>
			<description>Feeling a bit discombobulated today, just needed to get some of it out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/393553/</link>
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			<title>Love of Objects/Items</title>
			<description>The love that we hold for the THINGS dearest to us.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/378847/</link>
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			<title>What is love to me?</title>
			<description>My initial response to what I feel love is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/378838/</link>
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			<title>Lust VS Love</title>
			<description>The definitions of Love and Lust according to Dictionary.com Unabridged, based on the Random House Dictionary.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/378834/</link>
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			<title>What Is Love To You?</title>
			<description>The following is a collection of responses as to what love is to people.  Not what love MEANS, just what love IS.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/378817/</link>
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			<title>Ah, Amore</title>
			<description>A collection of essays based on love.  All mine, except for the introduction, in which you will see what I mean.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/378806/</link>
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			<title>Fin : An Ending To A Not So Perfect Story of Amore</title>
			<description>This is the last chapter guys, I hope you enjoy, I was suddenly inspired.  Re-writes and such to come eventually.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/366121/</link>
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			<title>My associate and I : The Cap'n and Wren [On El Caminos]</title>
			<description>Exchange March 8, 2008.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/360394/</link>
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			<title>My Associate and I : The Cap'n and Wren</title>
			<description>The Cap'n and I have some of THE BEST moments.  Please, enjoy our obnoxiousness.  More to come!
Exchange takes place: August 1, 2008</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/360392/</link>
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			<title>My Associate and I : Five Head</title>
			<description>So, my first shot at screenplays and such, it's a series of 'em, so, enjoy.  Anything called &quot;My Associate and I&quot; is humor.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/335734/</link>
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			<title>I'm My Own Knight</title>
			<description>A story of the first meeting of Dmitri and Nikolas, dating way back when for them, as requested by Meggan Trockstad, who took an interest in these characters, and help give me inspiration.  =)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/329299/</link>
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			<title>Masquerading Mistress</title>
			<description>Smutty smut smut.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/319994/</link>
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			<title>A Voluer of Hearts</title>
			<description>Part four.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/319804/</link>
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			<title>D&amp;#2013265929;sire et Vengence, the Demon's Dessert</title>
			<description>Part three.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/319802/</link>
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			<title>Even Unsaid, It Still Exists</title>
			<description>This piece was written on December 2, 2004.  It was. . .tough.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/319799/</link>
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			<title>Part Two : C'est vrai, I want to die.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think I've been out here for about three days now.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to have to come down today. . .I'm out of vodka.&amp;nbsp; And Mike's Hard.&amp;nbsp; And Jose Cuervo.&amp;nbsp; And whiskey.&amp;nbsp; Wait, I lied.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now I'm out of whiskey.&amp;nbsp; Man. . .it's a l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/284158/</link>
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			<title>Part One : La Petit Morte</title>
			<description>Many of us have lost loved ones in the past, but Nikolas, he can't get past it, and he'll do whatever it takes to gain the life of his best friend back, as well as trying to win the dead girl's love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/284106/</link>
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			<title>Is it wrong when the heart still beats?</title>
			<description>A request by my best friend, enjoy it Mon Loup.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/284105/</link>
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			<title>Moonlight</title>
			<description>Ok, so, playing around with imagery here, the main focus is the the person's physical description, followed by her clothing, then by her surroundings.  This is a two-part piece, the second being Caramal.  Feedback is wanted!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/252235/</link>
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			<title>Of Moonlight and Shadows</title>
			<description>Hmmm, everything that would lead up to and everything that would proceed after a good smut story, but with this one--you guys don't get the smut.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/252059/</link>
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			<title>[Phone] Sex Me Up Baby</title>
			<description>A short, true, story, that it took me time to find humor in, but I did.  And now I'm sitting here having a nice little chuckle over it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/250812/</link>
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			<title>39,830,400 Seconds Was All It Took</title>
			<description>A little snippet about the past year plus some.  Idea kinda stolen from the dear Lady Katheryn.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/245867/</link>
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			<title>Something's Wrong</title>
			<description>A poem written after a bit of fiascoing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/242650/</link>
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			<title>Different</title>
			<description>The second rendition that was written of &amp;quot;Broken Soul&amp;quot;.  written May 10th, 2004.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/242640/</link>
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			<title>Broken Soul</title>
			<description>There's actually a second rendition of this poem, to be posted as well, but this is actually the original version of it.  Written November 29th, 2003, also under the alias of Ronnii.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/242638/</link>
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			<title>True Hope, &amp;quot;Ever After&amp;quot;, and &amp;quot;Happily Never After&amp;quot;</title>
			<description>A series of poems written in succession to one another.  &amp;quot;True Hope&amp;quot; - Written October 27th, 2004 under the alias of Ronnii.  &amp;quot;Ever After&amp;quot; - Written November 19th, 2004 under the alias of Ronnii.  &amp;quot;Happily Never After&amp;quot; - Writ</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/242635/</link>
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			<title>People &amp;amp; Roses</title>
			<description>Written June 2nd, 2004.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/242632/</link>
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			<title>The Mourning</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem several years ago, shortly after 9/11, so, please, don't brutalize it due to the fact it was written by a silly middle-schooler.  She wasn't that silly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/242630/</link>
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			<title>Thanks For The Heartbreak</title>
			<description>A quick snippet.  It's definitely free-lance.  But, well, love doesn't know how to explain itself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/242625/</link>
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			<title>A Plea For An Explanation</title>
			<description>As the title says, a plea for an explanation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/242439/</link>
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			<title>Awaiting Your Command</title>
			<description>A story dedicated to my dear friend Brittany, who's tired of seeing stories about the 7th son of a 7th son, and where the bad guy always kills those (s)he promises to protect.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RenaBeau/240346/</link>
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