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			<title>Five</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I was so astounded that I couldn&amp;rsquo;t speak. Mymouth gaped and I was aware that I must have looked like a complete idiot, butI had an excuse! What a bombshell to drop on me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Eddie, don&amp;rsquo;t you think it&amp;rsquo;s too soon?&amp;rdquo; Isaid, grasping at an excuse.&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Logan&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;I pinpointed him again in the crowd. He was shaking. His lips tightenedand he pushed another boy out of the way to get to the stage.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Logan!&amp;rdquo; his father shouted. He stood, andrushed forward to hug his son as he scaled the stairs to the stage...</description>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It was nearing eleven o&amp;rsquo;clock when I reachedthe town square, and it was filling fast. The mood was tense and hardly anyonespoke. While the other seventeen year old girls huddled close together, I stoodalone and tried to distract myself from what was coming. I thought of whatL..</description>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I stared at the hole in the fence. Icould escape I thought I have nothinghere. I could just leave&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;I made my decision. I crouched in the grass, feeling a sense of de javu. My head went under the fence. Then my shoulders. Torso. Legs. Feet&amp;hellip;I hadmade it. I was ..</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep. The howling wind reminded meof a Capitol mutation from a previous Hunger Games, and though it was abitterly cold night, I was hot and sweaty. I slipped out of bed to open awindow, and I let the rush of air bite my face and the wind claw at my hair. &amp;nbsp;I..</description>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>This is a Hunger Games fanfic, which may not appeal to all, but it isn't based around Katniss, so you don't have to have read the books to understand! I hope you like it!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hazzer123/1044724/</link>
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			<title>The Special Place</title>
			<description>A poem about the death of a loved one.</description>
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