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			<title>Debaser</title>
			<description>Aubrey goes home</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phleggers/353522/</link>
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			<title>The Fittist</title>
			<description>Some bloke buys his childhood home and finishes off the extension never completed by his dad.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phleggers/353519/</link>
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			<title>No fire</title>
			<description>Girls and boys playing love games</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phleggers/353518/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5 &amp; 6</title>
			<description>5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark Bowman.&amp;nbsp; Tom ran the name through his head and let it cascade over his memories like the rather overly hot water that had just gushed forth from the shower head.&amp;nbsp; He had barely thought of Mark in any of the squirts of life that had occurred over the past ten years.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phleggers/314601/</link>
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			<title>chapter 4</title>
			<description>4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tom limped over.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;What do you want?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; He called, not unreasonably.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The face continued to press its nose against the glass, mist rising and falling rhythmically on the opaque window around the distorted features.&amp;nbsp; A dark outline appear..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tom was jerked awake by the sound of someone banging on the front door.&amp;nbsp; Still bare legged he stood up; a sense of panic not helped by the erection bulging unmistakably beneath his boxers.&amp;nbsp; He kicked over his half drunk tea and lunged at the TV to turn it off.&amp;nbsp; He lost..</description>
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			<title>chapter 2</title>
			<description>2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tom stared into the hallway mirror.&amp;nbsp; His suit, worn for only the third time, had become ruffled following the days events.&amp;nbsp; The remains of the afternoon sun shone dully through the small window of his PVC front door.&amp;nbsp; A pile of unopened, dying post lay to one side wher..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phleggers/309771/</link>
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			<title>chapter 1</title>
			<description>Finding Zoe DawesA novel by Matthew Langford&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;Rag&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The verdict was met with barely a whisper.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phleggers/309768/</link>
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			<title>Finding Zoe Dawes</title>
			<description>A romp around Europe and Jupiter.  Tom Bentley wouldn't know an emotion if it bit him on his constricted bottom.  Maybe an old friend and some insightful tales will help him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phleggers/309765/</link>
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			<title>The star</title>
			<description>James and his journey through life.  He fought in a war and was loved by his wife and children.  Surely he was appreciated until the end?  At least he got to die in his favourite armchair...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phleggers/309763/</link>
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			<title>The carpet washer</title>
			<description>All Joyce wants to do is make a cup to tea for the workman. But something about them is troubling her. They are not all they appear to be...

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