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			<title>Four: Samantha</title>
			<description>Surprise!&amp;nbsp;I stroll slowly through the aisles at the book store, immediately dropping my eyes to the bottom shelf and examining the titles. I do this because I know for a fact that ordinary, everyday people who go to bookstores fix their eyes on the top three shelves and almost always neglec..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ji11ian/247086/</link>
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			<title>Three: Matthieu</title>
			<description>This is your last boarding call&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can hear my buddies sniggering in the background at something I know is really stupid but yet I laugh uncontrollably along with them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;O&amp;ugrave; c'est? O&amp;ugrave; c'est?&amp;rdquo; I let out another snort of laughter. &amp;ldquo;Me le donne..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ji11ian/247071/</link>
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			<title>Two: Leslie</title>
			<description>Konichiwa&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I am, like, so jealous right now.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I know, right? I&amp;rsquo;m super excited.&amp;rdquo; My best friend, Ashley, and I march through the airport, a giant piece of luggage wheeling behind each of us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You have to call me everyday.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ji11ian/247031/</link>
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			<title>One: Broden</title>
			<description>Parting is such sweet sorrow...&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Mother&amp;hellip;Mom,&amp;rdquo; My muffled voice is barely audible as she continues to keep me in a head lock, with my face pressed into her neck. My father finally takes the initiative and pries her off me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Honey, he&amp;rsquo;s going to miss th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ji11ian/247027/</link>
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			<title>Middle of it All</title>
			<description>Four people leave their four incredibly different lives behind and come together in anticipation of something great; only they don't know what it is yet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ji11ian/247025/</link>
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