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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I sat under the three hundred year old cherry tree in our back yard. The stone bench was worn with age and the garden surrounding it was dying. The cottage had been passed down through thirteen generations before we came to live in it. My husband's mother had come to live with us, unabl..</description>
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			<title>The Night of Darkness</title>
			<description>Kyra Ookamiko was 8 when her step-father died, her sisters disappeared, her mother died, and her father abandoned her. Now 13 years later, they're back with a little surprise.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/n.simmons/336827/</link>
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			<title>My Daughter</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Walking out of the garage and up to my room, I grabbed my Mp3Player and laid on the bed. I put it on Me&amp;nbsp;Against the world by Simple plan. After a few minutes blasting my music, Kenji came in and laid down next to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot; Is this supposed to make me or you feel bett..</description>
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			<title>Just one wish</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I woke up, I was on the couch bed. Looking behind me, I saw Kenji, Misaki laying in front of me. Kenji's arm was around my stomach and would tighten when I tried to move. Poking him in the shoulder, he groaned and pulled me closer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot; It's too early, go back to sl..</description>
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			<title>Cutter</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot; They're too deep, won't stop bleeding.&amp;quot; She said, putting down the knife and holding out her arm for me to look. I grabbed a paper towel and pressed it against the wound until it had stopped bleeding. Picking up the knife, I rinsed it off and cut off the bottom of my shirt. ..</description>
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			<title>Concert</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After a stop at the nearest gas station, we made it to Azumi's house. Azumi's mother was home; passed out on the couch with a beer bottle in her hand, and the tv on. After turning the tv off, taking the beer bottle, and covering her up, we headed to the house in the back. Azumi's mother..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 - School</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot; Mizuki! Hey Mizuki, wait up!&amp;quot; Yelled Azumi, running up behind me. Azumi Kohana has been my best friend since third grade. She was 5'6, same height as me, with black hair, and bright amber eyes. I stopped walking until she caught up. We both are weird looking, in the eleventh..</description>
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			<title>Mizuki</title>
			<description>Mizuki is a 16-year-old girl with a messed up life. Being raped, her father being a drunk, and her mother alway's at work, she only goes home to pick up her little sister. But her sister is more than her sister, mabey even her daughter?</description>
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