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			<description>	A fathers love is over looked. A father will throw all his desires and dreams away to be able to provide for his child and his wife, especially if said wife stays home all day. He spends endless days waking up before dawn and then coming home after dusk, he's tired, he's dirty and hungry. He's been..</description>
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			<description>	A mothers love should be like nothing else. No law. No pity. It withstands the whipping winds of a tornado. It beats the fear of prey. It should be eternal, from the moment your existence is known to beyond the day you die. Beautiful.And then there's my mother.&amp;nbsp;Pins and needles replacing her a..</description>
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			<description>The universe is mysterious.&amp;nbsp;Dark and unending.&amp;nbsp;An empty space that goes on forever.No light.No sound.Not a rope to catch you.A cloud seems promising back on Earth, a fluffy white bed of softness that catches your every bodily curve and envelops you with what feels like a soft blanket, the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickaOlivia/2821656/</link>
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			<title>Figure it Out on Your Own</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickaOlivia/2821655/</link>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>	My arm ached as I washed my hair, I winced as some bubbles from my shampoo dropped onto my wound, giving me a twinge of pain. I rinsed my hair thoroughly and then let the warm water run down my arm, washing away a few droplets of blood and the dried blood that had accumulated. Grabbing the anti-bac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickaOlivia/2107604/</link>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>Breaking news!Witnesses say they watched as a young female jumped from the  bridge that goes over the main river. She was last seen hanging onto the bridges railing before leaping, officers attempted to detain her and y&amp;rsquo;all off the edge but their words were no match for her heart. Rescue boa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickaOlivia/2106821/</link>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>	&amp;nbsp;The coffee house was busy this morning, I guess a lot of people forgot about daylight savings, but that&amp;rsquo;s what cellphones are for. Oh well. The line was backed up to the door and I turned to look for my friend, my from a far friend should I say. 	From the first time I come in he&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickaOlivia/2106730/</link>
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			<title>Intro</title>
			<description>	You think you know me, but you don't, you only know of me.&amp;nbsp;	You&amp;nbsp;move past me as I&amp;nbsp;walk the streets and smile as I meet your eyes.&amp;nbsp;	You watch me sip coffee through the window at the local coffee house. You chuckle to yourself when I giggle at something on my phone. You choke on y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickaOlivia/2106719/</link>
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			<title>Undecided </title>
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