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			<title>Why Did You Kill Me?</title>
			<description>I'm not really sure how much time passed. All I know is that I woke up to my brother Brett screaming, &quot;Shawn! Shawn!&quot; I jumped up. Shawn, also my brother, had fallen and was laying on his side, legs bent, and hands held in front, limp at the wrist. He glanced up at Brett and I with his eyes squinted..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/501758/</link>
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			<title>You can't trust anyone.</title>
			<description>please read this and give me some advice. It's a group project. I'm trying to patch it up before turning it in. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/473559/</link>
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			<title>The Ohio State University.</title>
			<description>Please critique this paper. It is my college essay, but it's only a rough draft. 
For example, does it show character? should I try to make it more interesting so that it holds their attention? Does it answer the question properly? etc. 

Topic: Why do</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/458913/</link>
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			<title>Someone once told me, that there is always someone willing to be your friend.</title>
			<description>Who am I? I&amp;rsquo;m not lover, or a friend.A daughter no one would recommend.With each passing moment I search and pretendThat maybe there&amp;rsquo;s an answerOne I don&amp;rsquo;t comprehend.&amp;nbsp;This putrid shell of a bodyLacks all sense of noveltyNot a soul wants to li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/399250/</link>
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			<description>Dark and seemingly bottomless&amp;nbsp; No air, to breathI gasped and reached for leverageThe force and argessiveness,forced me down, down deep below its wrathPressure at all angles, beatting me like carnageThis cruel offender, filling my lungs to &amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/354979/</link>
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			<title>Behind the Mask</title>
			<description>Look toward the future.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/349916/</link>
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			<title>Spilling Secrets</title>
			<description> Choosing choices, can&amp;rsquo;t commitSomewhere somehow, someone splitTroubled teen tries not to tipSpilling secrets sedateness slipsCraving comfort, conscience chipsTaking trust to tempt and trick &amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/349914/</link>
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			<title>A Thanksgiving to Remember</title>
			<description>God damn you.
The next time I see you...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/347770/</link>
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			<title>Life's too Short for Regret.</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; To change your life, is a rather difficult task. Sometimes you find yourself in a rough spot and there doesn&amp;rsquo;t seem to be a way out. Toward the end of my high school career I&amp;rsquo;d matured drama..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/330420/</link>
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			<title>Focus</title>
			<description>&quot;I'm tired of hiding in his shadow.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/327122/</link>
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			<title>My World, My Rules.</title>
			<description>Just for fun.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/326860/</link>
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			<title>You Achieved an Addiction</title>
			<description>You can't help those who won't help themselves.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/326112/</link>
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			<title>To Forgive</title>
			<description>When I left my window openOn that carefree summer dayDarkness lavished and began to ripenThe pleasant weather didn&amp;rsquo;t stayCould my soul really cheapenIf I put my affections on display?The deceit deepened&amp;nbsp; The sun&amp;rsquo;s light did not frayHope, my only weapo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/324570/</link>
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			<title> The Answer</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Some learn to laughSome learn to crySome don&amp;rsquo;t see the point in lifeSearching for the answerA useless notionDrivin by emotionIn this repetitious motion&amp;nbsp;Humanity will never distinguishIn their youthThe answer to their purposeThe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/324560/</link>
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			<title>Fountain</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His touch felt irresistible. The long day was coming to a halt. Still to come, the night arising. Pure pleasure swept over me as I embraced his arm in the passenger seat. Both our best friends Jen and Brandon, who were also..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgirl/323983/</link>
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