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		<description>The original writings of author Kate</description>
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			<title>Dilemma #1: The Dream is Dead</title>
			<description>&quot;And after all, wasn't the definition of adulthood to sacrifice dignity and happiness and wealth for one's passion?&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/392334/</link>
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			<title>The Dilemmas</title>
			<description>Navah didn't think her job could get any worse until she met Taylor, HR's alleged wunderkind. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/392332/</link>
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			<title>November 11; face down in frittatas</title>
			<description>November 11, 2008; face down in frittatasI was locked in a bathroom. I drove to Ensenada to get away from needing to lock myself in a bathroom, and yet here I am again, except this time instead of corporate stalls there's a furry pink rug on the floor and ceramic figurines of Jesus in various ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/383381/</link>
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			<title>November 10; daylight</title>
			<description>November 10, daylightThe beach here is amazing. I mean, MFA-level vocabulary does, in no way, represent the awesomeness of way lies before me at this very moment. Everything was tossed around in the storm last night, and the delicate destruction is breathtaking. Choppy sea, bent palm trees, sand..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/383380/</link>
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			<title>November 9; 4am</title>
			<description>November 9, 4amI am. Very. Very drunk.This of course in spite of the fact that there is a very LARGE glass of tequila sitting next to me and I can't quite see the words I'm writing. Which really almost negates the confession, yes? Judge, yes? She was there again tonight. She's in my bed, too..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/383377/</link>
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			<title>November 2008</title>
			<description>When life becomes too monotonous for a young man from Southern California, he takes off for Baja to discover what he's been missing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/371237/</link>
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			<title>Ensenada</title>
			<description>When life becomes too monotonous for a young man from Southern California, he takes off for Baja to discover what he's been missing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/371236/</link>
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			<title>The Roof</title>
			<description>The Roof&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jordan, in turn, had begun a ceaseless attempt to off himself. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark had first discovered his brother&amp;rsquo;s latest form of teenage rebellion on his way to the front yard for the kind of fresh air that ten square miles of abject solitude could provide. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/305007/</link>
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			<title>A History Lesson</title>
			<description>prologue; a history lesson&amp;nbsp;1982It&amp;rsquo;s very simple: twenty-five years ago, Mitchell Conrad, now father of two and owner of a very broken, very rusted tractor, made the first of many mistakes (or second, depending on who you ask; the other first mistake was marrying Abigail). On Aug..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/304991/</link>
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			<title>Of Disrepair</title>
			<description>Mark finds his way home.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/253336/</link>
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			<title>Saccharine</title>
			<description>Where hormones and mediocrity collide.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/252120/</link>
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			<title>Crab Apple Trees</title>
			<description>waiting for the stormand he tells me not to hold my breathbut i can see the darkening western skyand, still, he saysdon't put eggs in a basket,the sun is still out anddon't be so pessimistic andmaybe the wind will blow andyou never know,the rain might not come for days.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/251666/</link>
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			<title>Exhumation</title>
			<description>Mark finds himself, quite literally.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/250496/</link>
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			<title>Emancipation</title>
			<description>Abigail sends Mark on a mission to retrieve his brother.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/250247/</link>
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			<title>The Surgery</title>
			<description>A detailed history of Abigail Conrad.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/250244/</link>
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			<title>Consummation</title>
			<description>Consummate and conceive.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/250239/</link>
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			<title>Expulsive - A Collection of Everything Else</title>
			<description>Bits of writing that just didn't really fit anywhere.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/250236/</link>
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			<title>Family and Other Strangers</title>
			<description>Jordan Conrad isn't quite sure what's wrong in his life, but he has a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with the pair of dirty, leopard print panties in his sweater drawer.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somanylemons/249690/</link>
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