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			<title>Reading Sure Beats Driving</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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am not a fan of public transportation.&amp;nbsp; I suppose I should be grateful that it exists, because there have been plenty of times when I needed it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>I Hate Philadelphia</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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke up and wearily raised my head to look at the clock.&amp;nbsp; 10:00. Ugh.&amp;nbsp; That meant I had to get up and start the day.&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;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephie1082/265651/</link>
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			<title>On Writing</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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My first semester at Temple, I took a poetry workshop because I thought it would fulfill my requirement for one writing intensive class.&amp;nbsp; It didn&amp;rsquo;t, but I enjoyed the class anyway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I dis..</description>
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			<title>Nutty Neighbors</title>
			<description>The hallway outside my apartment constantly smells like curry.&amp;nbsp; Now, I like curry every now and then, but to smell it every time I walk out my door is a bit much.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s gotten to the point where I instinctively hold my breath whenever I enter my building.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephie1082/264916/</link>
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			<title>Stranger Danger (Part II)</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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;You should really eat more of the food here,&amp;rdquo; declared the whale of a man at my table.&amp;nbsp; He wore a fluorescent yellow t-shirt and had a drop of barbeque sauce glistening on his chin.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ld..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephie1082/264914/</link>
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			<title>Stranger Danger (Part I)</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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;ve realized that I have a lot of anger toward complete strangers.&amp;nbsp; I can&amp;rsquo;t figure out if this is because they all suck, or I&amp;rsquo;m just a b***h.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, there seem to be two thin..</description>
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