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			<title>The Reader</title>
			<description>The first time I read I was thirteen years old. I Read a person dying in a hit-and-run incident and reported it to the police, they didn't believe me; except this one private detective. He kept looking at me funny and he probably thought that I was insane</description>
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			<title>Marshmallow World</title>
			<description>It's a marshmallow worldWith a thick, white, coverHiding the truthWith a sugar-coatOh, oh, ohIt's a marshmallow world!&amp;nbsp;It's a marshmallow worldWhere we are meltedAnd burnedUntil we're drippingWhite tears of goopOh, oh, ohIt's a marshmallow world!&amp;nbsp;It's a marshm..</description>
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			<title>Did I Ever Tell You?</title>
			<description>Did I ever tell you that...</description>
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			<title>Think of Me</title>
			<description>Think of me when you pull the trigger.</description>
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			<title>Crimson Walkway</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Ho-ly s**t...&amp;quot; There in front of her lay the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His silver locks gleamed in the moonlight and his pale skin seemed to almost be made out of stone.

'Misery Business' blared from Sora's phone, waking her up f</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunoichi87/311253/</link>
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			<title>The Black Night</title>
			<description>She gasped as she felt pain and sleep coming,
he had done what he promised he wouldnt do.
He had broken her heart in pieces,
But she knew he was broken too.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunoichi87/296676/</link>
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			<title>No One Will Ever Suspect</title>
			<description>Mission Impossible theme playing on background
Charlie ducks! He rolls! He hides behind the trashcan and takes out the walkie talkie. &amp;quot;Bark! bark bark!! baaaaark!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Get the noobs! NOOOOOW!&amp;quot; He takes a good look at his surroundings and</description>
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			<title>Don't Ask</title>
			<description>If you even try to join this dialogue, I will attack you with my words. Because my tongue is made out of pure, hard, ice, and it will puncture and stab your innermost insecurities and feelings.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunoichi87/288516/</link>
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			<title>It</title>
			<description>Racism. It happens everyday.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunoichi87/287455/</link>
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			<title>Run Away Love</title>
			<description>First chapter of &amp;quot;Killer Mayhem&amp;quot;. Enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunoichi87/287422/</link>
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			<title>Killer Mayhem</title>
			<description>As I ran through the empty streets of Mayhem town, being pursued by a pack of hysterical, wild, werewolves, and being watched from the shadows by vengeful vampires, I wondered what the hell was wrong with my life.

My best friend was dead, my best guy f</description>
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