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			<title>60 Minutes</title>
			<description>With such technology and progression, how is it a crime to be logical?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1176093/</link>
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			<title>It's a Bust...!</title>
			<description>One very strange night in San Diego.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1173145/</link>
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			<title>Dom</title>
			<description>Again, there is a first time for everything.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1173119/</link>
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			<title>Consumed</title>
			<description>I couldn't believe what was happening. Underneath me was a triumph of the beauty the male specimen certainly can become. He was tanned, his chest and stomach hard but not bulky. His arms were wrapped around me and I felt so safe and content. I ran my hands down his amazing abdomen, exploring his mou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1173053/</link>
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			<title>The Box</title>
			<description>Delighted, the gentlemen opened my suitcase and rummaged through the various BDSM toys. Laughing nervously, they decided on a ball gag and a studded leather paddle. I told Chris, now splayed generously over my lap, to relax and open his mouth. I affixed the ball gag, buckling it behind his left ear,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1173041/</link>
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			<title>And so it begins</title>
			<description>Michele and I gave Chris a warm welcome, lots of hugs and kisses firmly planted on his cheeks. His face was flushed scarlet and he wore an utterly abashed look in his eyes but smiled at me, nonetheless. We led him to the center of the larger of the two couches, asked his friends to get the man a bev..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1172903/</link>
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			<title>The Bachelor Party</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1172896/</link>
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			<title>Bandmates</title>
			<description>Part 2</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1172895/</link>
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			<title>The Pre-Party</title>
			<description>True stories are true (yep, this one is). Part 1</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1172886/</link>
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			<title>Lesbianic</title>
			<description>First time for everything. Yes, it's true. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1172879/</link>
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			<title>Vodka Tonic with a Twist</title>
			<description>Erotica-ish. Very quick write.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1172860/</link>
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			<title>carry</title>
			<description>Brain vomitous... uh, yeah.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1171863/</link>
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			<title>simple</title>
			<description>Quick write, my usual brain vomitous. Not really much more than that</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1171860/</link>
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			<title>nobody's there</title>
			<description>The last one (hopefully) for the way-back machine... 1996</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1169405/</link>
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			<title>hypocrite</title>
			<description>Again, way-back machine, this time to 1996, when I was 19.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1169387/</link>
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			<title>luck (way-back machine)</title>
			<description>Ok, it's pretty rough. I wrote it when I was 17 in 1994, just after graduating high school</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1169375/</link>
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			<title>Norg</title>
			<description>dedicated to.... with love, from.... nonsensical, little thing. Wrote it quickly for a friend as a joke. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1168876/</link>
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			<title>WC teaser</title>
			<description>Crazy train </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1168669/</link>
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			<title>Confessions of a former MySpace blogger</title>
			<description>I sure wish we'd have more options to choose in the pulldown menu. This is not a story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1168159/</link>
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			<title>Writer's Caf&amp;eacute; Siphon</title>
			<description>I'm a writer. When something is on my mind, I write about it. I saw the idea of the fish tank and ran with it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1167582/</link>
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			<title>Manny Lee - Boulevard</title>
			<description>My incredibly talented husband strikes again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1165935/</link>
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			<title>The fool</title>
			<description>Companion piece to &quot;foolhardy&quot; -- which is far more structured. Anyway, thank the lord, Mercury.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1165515/</link>
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			<title>foolhardy</title>
			<description>Companion piece to, &quot;The Fool.&quot; Nearly identical, however, I toyed with structure here.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1165514/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Let Me Be The One&quot; -- EDV</title>
			<description>When you sing, the world sings with you. When my husband sings, it shuts up and listens... and when he writes, records and engineers a song, I share it. Here you go!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1114733/</link>
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			<title>J.K. Rowling -- The Casual Vacancy</title>
			<description>I tried to post this as a blog entry but it wouldn't format properly. It's a bit of a review.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1070010/</link>
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			<title>Fall</title>
			<description>Really old thing but apropos for November.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1063739/</link>
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			<title>sink</title>
			<description>Yesterday, between carving pumpkins and getting ready for my favorite night, I had to fix my sink. Thusly, I torture you with the following jumbled crap fest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1061514/</link>
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			<title>cast</title>
			<description>Vengeance is nigh</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1061349/</link>
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			<title>solid</title>
			<description>Here, let me take your coatAnd help you unload the bagsHave a seat, I'll gladly pourIt's time to revisit some things.Do you remember?Years ago, on that lost nightWe set out like brave soulsSearching for redemptionThrough the crowds of people we despisedClamoring with desperat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1055908/</link>
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			<title>rushing</title>
			<description>F**k. Dear lord,What the hell am I doing?Echoing in the night,It rushes onwardThree o'clock in the morningMakes it much more real.I walked to the edge,One nightI listened to the rushing waterAnd cast dust likeGolden glitterAround my graying head.I called out to the corner..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1055628/</link>
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			<title>perilous</title>
			<description>Yep...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1055605/</link>
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			<title>traipse</title>
			<description>...um, yeah...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1055598/</link>
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			<title>shallow</title>
			<description>Wrote entirely on my phone in a matter of minutes. Forgive any formatting issues.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1052920/</link>
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			<title>Big Girl</title>
			<description>Watch it...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1051351/</link>
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			<title>September 11</title>
			<description>Blog post excerpt from a few years back.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1051320/</link>
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			<title>Glisten</title>
			<description>Halloween horror hooplah</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/1050229/</link>
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			<title>Jay and the magic bean</title>
			<description>I knocked the heart monitor off my desk. If I was going to get any writing accomplished, I couldn't be staring at that all night, obsessing over every irregular beat of my heart. I lit a cigarette and drew the smoke deeply into my lungs. I needed a drink and the ribbon on my Brother's needed to be r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/940718/</link>
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			<title>Requiem for Woody Allen - Ch 1</title>
			<description>Yep.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/939201/</link>
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			<title>Requiem for Woody Allen</title>
			<description>First chapter is up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/939200/</link>
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			<title>We Gave Our All</title>
			<description>My husband has successfully recorded a song. He wrote the majority, my tweaks appear here and there. Enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/905807/</link>
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			<title>Addiction, Inc. (or, How I Learned to Stop Sucking Down Tar Babies)</title>
			<description>Updated. Woot!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/893963/</link>
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			<title>UPDATED! Recession Depression </title>
			<description>Re-gifting this for the Christmas season. Enjoy!!

A little ditty my husband and I recently wrote. Watch for the recorded version hitting YouTube soon!

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/833225/</link>
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			<title>Headache </title>
			<description>Inner conflict of our conscience causes misdirection and burnt sage offerings. Part one. Needs a lot of work &amp; some formatting. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/779687/</link>
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			<title>Too much narrative.</title>
			<description>The cigarette did me in. Or the lighter. Watching her caress it, running her thumb over the top for the spark and the eventual flame, the way that flame lit her dark eyes as she lifted it to the Marlboro Light resting between her rose lips. Every time, I'd find myself spell bound, and she liked to s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/779628/</link>
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			<title>The P***y Papers #1</title>
			<description>The first in a series of inner dialogues. Frustration needs an outlet. Number 2 arriving soon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/778952/</link>
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			<title>Not as of yet</title>
			<description>I can't describe what is about to arrive since I'm not even sure of what I'm going to write. However, I will give it the description of pure, unadulterated brain vomit. Welcome to flying fingers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/761929/</link>
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			<title>Requeim for Woody Allen</title>
			<description>Yeah, well, brain vomit but sooo close to my heart.  I will finish it! Please, read between the lines, dear friends.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/728727/</link>
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			<title>dennis</title>
			<description>True story. It's rushed (extremely so at the end) but I don't have the heart to flesh it out. Just a telling of my friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/686005/</link>
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			<title>Dennis</title>
			<description>True story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/685984/</link>
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			<title>fleeting</title>
			<description>The last old one for awhile (surely, you all must be breathing a sigh of relief). From '94</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhatzioannou/683508/</link>
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