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			<title>Four - Quest</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I open my eyes just in time to avoid been woken by the sound of the name &amp;lsquo;Laura&amp;rsquo; bellowing out of Sam&amp;rsquo;s lips from the balcony.&amp;nbsp;I quickly sit up, exploring the heap of clothes on the floor previously draped across my body, and fumble around for my phone.&amp;nbsp;Eventually..</description>
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			<title>Three - Bittersweet</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The room is seven floors up, clean with white painted walls and polished marble type floors you only associate with foreign hotels.&amp;nbsp;There are two bedrooms, a bathroom with a bath that Snow White&amp;rsquo;s friends would have trouble fitting in, an open plan living room and kitchen with a f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/338209/</link>
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			<title>Two - Journey</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;We speed along a two lane road, I suppose intended to resemble something like a motorway, sun blazing and burning down with all the intensity of its heat on the tarmac ahead.&amp;nbsp;We zip by billboard after billboard stretching off at each side, every hundred feet or so apart advertising club..</description>
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			<title>One - Arrival</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The tyres hiss and squeal as they grip against the concrete of the runway below, bringing the plane to a bouncing shuddering halt.&amp;nbsp;We finally become stationary after so long in mid air and people begin to clap, clapping then howling, clapping because we have arrived safely and howling f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/338207/</link>
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			<title>Disco Damaged - A Novella</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The tyres hiss and squeal as they grip against the concrete of the runway below, bringing the plane to a bouncing shuddering halt.&amp;nbsp;We finally become stationary after so long in mid air and people begin to clap, clapping then howling, clapping because we have arrived safely and howling f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/313681/</link>
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			<title>Alienation</title>
			<description>People are strangers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/296453/</link>
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			<title>Lolita</title>
			<description>A random piece.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/294275/</link>
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			<title>Matt</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Two inch shorter than me and brown shaven hair, Matt is a year older than me and in his early twenties.&amp;nbsp; He has watery pale blue eyes and has a face that cartoonists have wet dreams about, a nose bent in the middle from been broken in a fight that included me when he was younger and plu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/291034/</link>
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			<title>My Friend.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Kelley was born into a family that didn&amp;rsquo;t meet the expectations of his personality.&amp;nbsp; He was the odd one out the black sheep, not blessed with the mental capacity of either of his parents his tendency to be irritably playful didn&amp;rsquo;t fit in with his family&amp;rsquo;s particular va..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/286540/</link>
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			<title>The wierd and wonderful world of Natalie</title>
			<description>Again, a different writing style to what i'm used to, about my foster sister, could be a chapter in my new book.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/285551/</link>
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			<title>The bewilderment of Anna</title>
			<description>A short story about a friend, a different writing style, could be a chapter in my next book.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/285550/</link>
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			<title>Innocence</title>
			<description>The tension broke as the atmosphere dissolved into violence, electrified by alcohol and confused hatred.&amp;nbsp; We were walking away, to get a taxi at the end of the street, giving us a little more time to speak to the girls we had met.&amp;nbsp; We were happy and very drunk, swaying from side to side an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/280713/</link>
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			<title>Promiscuous Girl - A Betrayal</title>
			<description>Heartbreak</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/167744/</link>
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			<title>Realisation - A Short Story</title>
			<description>Heartache spawned from pointlessness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/167743/</link>
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			<title>Definition Of Entwinement</title>
			<description>We all yearn for it sometimes...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/167742/</link>
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			<title>Ketamine Kid</title>
			<description>People like to think I'm running away from something, I like to think I'm running towards it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/167741/</link>
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			<title>Going Under</title>
			<description>Self-Destruct</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/167740/</link>
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			<title>The Drugs Do Work</title>
			<description>Life is there to be lived, ignoring taboo and gaining knowledge</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smudge109/167739/</link>
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