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			<title>Oh You Fragile Boy</title>
			<description>upon watching my child's heart be broken</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vonnettecummings/273498/</link>
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			<title>When David Came</title>
			<description>A description of David, a foreign exchange student from Spain, and the impact he has on Elizabeth and the family</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vonnettecummings/273482/</link>
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			<title>It Wasn't Always Like This</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jacky thought about Elizabeth's first day of school. Technically, that was preschool.&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth was so determined even as a two-year-old to get what she wanted.&amp;nbsp; She was going on thee, but the school required the children to be potty trained.&amp;nbsp; This was explai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vonnettecummings/271446/</link>
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			<title>School Days</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jacky sat slumped outside Elizabeth&amp;rsquo;s bedroom door with tears streaming down her face.&amp;nbsp; Her purple t-shirt stained with wet blotch marks.&amp;nbsp; As she contemplated her next move, she struggled with what was becoming a common source of stress.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vonnettecummings/270549/</link>
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			<title>On Being Bipolar</title>
			<description>I'm going to attempt to describe life with a bipolar teenager.  It's my goal to insert chapters from Elizabeth  (the teenager with bipolar disorder), so people can get a feel for the disease from two perspectives.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vonnettecummings/270545/</link>
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			<title> Karen,  What I like about you.</title>
			<description>This is about my crazy best friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vonnettecummings/267032/</link>
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			<title>Silence is Golden?</title>
			<description>I know why I'm silent, what's your excuse?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vonnettecummings/266770/</link>
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			<title>Why Don't Big Girls Cry?</title>
			<description>Why does a song called &amp;quot;Big Girls Don't Cry&amp;quot; make me cry so much?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vonnettecummings/266747/</link>
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			<title>Neither Here Nor There</title>
			<description>About my scattered family</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vonnettecummings/265057/</link>
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			<title>The Candle</title>
			<description>A story about my inner turmoil over a gift.</description>
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