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		<title>THE [ME]GEAN | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author THE [ME]GEAN</description>
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			<title>Part II: Memories for a Pick Up</title>
			<description>Sometimes pushing forward is the hardest thing to do.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/256901/</link>
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			<title>Part One: The Big Fat Mess</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Fives.&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The words spat from Spencer's mouth as if sinful to be upon his tongue. Brenden reached for his cards and scanned the numbers. Spencer stared at him hard as if trying to find ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/240050/</link>
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			<title>Ash'd Trays</title>
			<description>Chapter Two: Was Once a Prologue</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/240049/</link>
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			<title>Close Enough to Touch the Plastic Base</title>
			<description>An upset erase of a broken person.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239994/</link>
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			<title>Little Things</title>
			<description>Half smiles in the nightOh let these wings take flightWhat more could I ask for in a man?And yet more do I ask forA hug, a carress, a touch&amp;nbsp;He standsWith withering eyes and a hopeful fish frownHe tears me down with his thoughtsHopeful and fearful of a lossAnd I reassure- I d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239992/</link>
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			<title>I Need</title>
			<description>A poem a wrote out of passion and disapointment.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239991/</link>
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			<title>Part Two: Already at Odds</title>
			<description>Recap:&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;quot;Edmond?&amp;quot; Nyssa raised an eyebrow. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Yes, young lady.&amp;quot; He looked at her as if he where staring right into her soul. &amp;ldquo;Edmond.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239285/</link>
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			<title>Part One: Welcome to the Party</title>
			<description>&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; Jake Weidman was never a practical boy. In fact, his heritage made him the perfect candidate for rebellious tendencies. His father was in the marines. His mother was a business woman. And he was an only child. Everyth..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239281/</link>
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			<title>The Fear Games</title>
			<description>Chapter One: The Meet &amp;amp; Greet</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239276/</link>
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			<title>Part Twelve: Goodbye for Now</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The Beautrix apartments are on the corner of Indepence Avenue and Dearborn Street as they have been for the past 10 years. They where fairly new apartments when me and my mother moved in. The paint on the walls weren't chipped yet, the stair railing to our apartment was painted a nice shade ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239035/</link>
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			<title>Part Eleven: An Odie</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Ooohh... uuuhhh...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I need 20 sugars- 5 coffees- 10 waters- and a jelly donut stat!&amp;quot; Brenden yelled. Matt ran to go get what the doctor requested. &amp;quot;Breennddenn... i-is that you?...&amp;quot; He was foaming at the mouth and his otherwise colored skin was now a ghost pal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239034/</link>
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			<title>Part Ten: Meeting the Ross</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I awoke to the sound of a small buzzing and the closing of doors. I shifted in my make shift bed and contemplated whether I should get up or not. After all, what would there be to get up to? Other than agony I slowly sighed at my bodies unwillingness to go back to sleep. I slowly beg..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239032/</link>
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			<title>Part Nine: Unfolding is What I do Best</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The ride back was just as quiet as the ride to the hospital. No one spoke because no one knew what to say. Words were useless anyways. What do you say when someone close to you dies, anyway? Is there anything you can say? I dont think being sorry for anyone cuts it in these situations. No, b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239030/</link>
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			<title>Part Eight: She's so Heavy</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;This is some heavy s**t...&amp;quot; Travis sighed and leaned back in the uncomfortable office chair. &amp;quot;You think?&amp;quot; Will crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a little further back into the white wall. &amp;quot;I don't really trust Jesse with her...&amp;quot; Brendan mumbled as he leane..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239025/</link>
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			<title>Part Seven: Hospital</title>
			<description>The ride to the hospital was much longer than expected. It was only five miles from the Denny's we ate breakfast to the hospital where my destiny would unfold, but it felt like five light years. It didn't help that the car was silent the whole time. The silence fell upon all of us like the weight of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239023/</link>
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			<title>Part Six: No Need for a RECAP</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot; I sighed into the phone. &amp;quot;Mia Rosen?&amp;quot; That voice. I know that voice. &amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I'm here to remind you about coming to the hospital this morning to ID your mother's body and sign the papers.&amp;quot; My heart sunk again. Now I remember... My moth..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239021/</link>
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			<title>Part Five: Breakfast</title>
			<description>RECAP:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;FORWARD:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Yuck! Will!&amp;quot; Travis screeched as his friend dug right into his pancake. &amp;quot;Wha?!&amp;quot; Will looked up at us mouth full of food. &amp;quot;I dont get it. How do you stay so effin thin?&amp;quot; Travis pushed his pancake toward Will to eat. He wasnt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239019/</link>
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			<title>Part Four: Morning After</title>
			<description>RECAP:&amp;nbsp;I clutched his shirt as he slipped his arm under the back of my legs and pulled his other arm around my back. Then he slowly lifted me up bridal style and carried me back to the front end of the bus. There he sat me down against him and pulled a big blue fluffy blanket around my alread..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239015/</link>
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			<title>Part Three: News from the Underground</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;RECAP: &amp;quot;Are you related to a Donna Rosen?&amp;quot; The voice was hard and deep.&amp;quot;Yes, she's my mother.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;I'm sorry to tell you, Miss Rosen. But your mother died earlier this evening. Im so sorry.&amp;quot;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239009/</link>
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			<title>Part Two: Awakening</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Is she okay?&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;Voices... &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;I dont know. She took a pretty bad hit to the head.&amp;quot; Ow... what&amp;rsquo;s that stinging? &amp;quot;Look, shes moving!&amp;quot; I know that voice... &amp;quot;Grab me a damp towel.&amp;quot; Light... Ow, that light...HIS..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239005/</link>
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			<title>[ASH'D TRAYS] Part One: Beginning of The End</title>
			<description>It was the beginning of what was to be the hottest summer known to man kind and a summer I would never forget. It was also labeled the summer of musical dreams where some of the biggest band names in teen history joined in the biggest concert to hit the scenes. The band line up included Brand New, A..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239003/</link>
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			<title>Ash'd Trays</title>
			<description>CHAPTER ONE: A BEGINNING TO THE MASSACRE</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/239002/</link>
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			<description>A sataric poem about myspace.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/225228/</link>
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			<title>2 Tunes for a Loved One</title>
			<description>Two songs I wrote awhile ago for my fiance.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/223090/</link>
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			<title>High School as Scene by a Cynical [ME]</title>
			<description>My two year venture into high school sent me to the hospital. This is why...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/222973/</link>
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			<title>.Julia.</title>
			<description>When I cannot sing my heart. I can only speak my mind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/221562/</link>
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			<title>Deep Exhales From an Inner Organ</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;No, really- Please don&amp;rsquo;t- I-&amp;rdquo; It all seemed to happen in one swift clean motion. A push, a graceful fall into the brick wall behind the school, and a deep exhale of air. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/221545/</link>
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			<title>Graham Little</title>
			<description>A story about a middle age man off to face the devil.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/219562/</link>
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			<title>Definition in the Ability to Remember Line</title>
			<description>I wrote this when I was kind of in a bad place about life. Its about my experience in acting.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megeanmcbride/219552/</link>
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