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		<description>The original writings of author Megan B.</description>
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			<title>Crazy Johnny</title>
			<description>A true story. It happened on 10-5-13 and I won't ever forget</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1248038/</link>
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			<title>My Awesome Dream formed into a story</title>
			<description>Romance Action Adventure </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1229040/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>They finally do what they both have wanted to for so long. Sorry it is so short.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Chapter 5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *recap* He looked over at me and I looked at him, Heleaned in toward me and closed his eyes and I did the same. And then&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ourlips were inch..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>9:00 A.M. I almost couldn&amp;rsquo;t breathe when I woke up onaccount of the heavy, muscular arm that was draped over me. I laughed a littleas I tapped his arm. I heard him mumble something in his sleep and he rolledonto me. I heard him laugh and I knew that he was faking and was awake. I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1212643/</link>
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			<title>To a friend</title>
			<description>You don't hear it from my mouth so this is what I can do. A tribute to my best friend...like ever.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1183906/</link>
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			<title>You have to play the cards you are dealt</title>
			<description>Not a story more of a rant but I hope it helps someone...Get it I guess</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1161438/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I shotup in my bed to the sounds of screams. I looked over to see James next to methrashing around and screaming. He was doing this in his sleep. At first I wasafraid and pulle..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1138592/</link>
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			<title>All I ever wanted</title>
			<description>All I ever wanted was to dance without being judgedI wastold I couldn&amp;rsquo;t with one lookAll I ever needed was someone to slow dance with I wasn&amp;rsquo;t givena chanceAll I ever got:A night of crying, insecurity within myself,and a destroyed confidence</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1137978/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Chapter FourSam&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;What are you talking about?&amp;rdquo; I said sitting up confused&amp;ldquo;Long story, short&amp;rdquo; He said sighing heavily &amp;ldquo;Miguel White is afterus and we have about 24 hours to get the f**k out of here.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;Why the f**k, is Miguel Whit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1135513/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wasdriving as we pulled into the driveway of our two-story town house inNaperville, Illinois. We sat there for a second and I turned to look at him.His eyes, normally dark an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1131317/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Hannah was standing next to me, holding my hand loosely asshe sucked her thumb on the other hand. I looked down at her and she looked upat me with a confused look on her face, her thumb dropping out of her mouth. &amp;ldquo;Mommy when is Daddy gonna be here?&amp;rdquo; She asked&amp;ldquo;Soon H..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1122505/</link>
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			<title>Sneak Peak</title>
			<description>Hannah was standing next to me, holding my hand loosely asshe sucked her thumb on the other hand. I looked down at her and she looked upat me with a confused look on her face, her thumb dropping out of her mouth. &amp;ldquo;Mommy when is Daddy gonna be here?&amp;rdquo; She asked&amp;ldquo;Soon H..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1119699/</link>
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			<title>The Military Struggle</title>
			<description>A Military Husband/Father comes home from Afgahnistan...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1119698/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Jackson's P.O.V</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1115315/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Chapter 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke up brieflyand saw a figure standing next to the bed I was on. The figure was blurry but Icould tell it was a man. Then I heard him speak and I recognized it as the samevoice that was talking to me right be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megkbuss/1112414/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Always ThereChapter 1&amp;nbsp;He struck me across the face&amp;hellip;hard. I bit my lip to keep myself fromcrying out in pain. The ropes around my wrists dug into my flesh and I feltblood run down my fingers. I looked around: Two exits one at the front, one atthe back, and no windows..</description>
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			<title>Always There</title>
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