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			<title>Run</title>
			<description>He is six feet, four inches of walking danger...</description>
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			<title>Melody In Minor</title>
			<description>&quot;I was wondering if I could listen. Well, watch.&quot; A sexy short. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GoddessAthena/1482327/</link>
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			<title>A Visitor At Dawn</title>
			<description>The stranger's face was hauntingly familiar. A haunting short.</description>
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			<title>Petrichor </title>
			<description>She was a walking electrical storm that both aroused and repelled. A short. </description>
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			<title>Paris Green</title>
			<description>A tragic, romantic, flash fiction. </description>
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			<title>The Invitation </title>
			<description>&quot;Go to the restroom and remove your panties. Then bring them to me.&quot; A sexy short... </description>
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			<title>Nataraj</title>
			<description>Shiva is a brilliant lover.Knowing exactly what I'd need,he came to me as Nataraj.&amp;nbsp;All those hands did as they pleased.And leaning over mehis eyes glimmered with delight,as I panted in his ear,and exploded into the vastnessof his arms.</description>
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