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			<title>Broken City</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s not surprising that Daniel was late for work again today. Heneeds to leave his apartment by at least 7:43 in order to catch the first bus,and today he left at 7:47. However, it&amp;rsquo;s a very rare occurrence for Daniel toever catch the first bus. He stays up late due to his mild..</description>
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			<title>The Paper Boy</title>
			<description>Bobbyrode by every day on his bicycle. His bag was always so big, it looked like hemight topple over onto the pavement. Soggy cheerios. I slid off my chair,landing on my feet so hard, I felt where the rock had cut my skin. Mom warnedme, told me to wear shoes, but&amp;nbsp; Momalways warns me. ..</description>
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			<title>A Deep Sea of Hunger</title>
			<description>The smell of the lake washed over themas they lay on the dock, their feet dangling in the water. The warm summer airhad turned into a chilling breeze, which had caused goose bumps to form on Ava&amp;rsquo;spale pink flesh. Ava pretended not to notice as Mason twirled a strand of herlong blon..</description>
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			<title>A Promise of Light</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Mrs.Hanson is dead.&amp;rdquo; Kate felt the impact of her husband&amp;rsquo;swords as they shocked the center of her heart. They reached her veins, andflowed through her like a relentless river. She felt heavy as she collapsedagainst the armchair behind her. Nick&amp;rsquo;s garbled voice sp..</description>
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			<title>A Life Incomplete </title>
			<description>I.Apartment 16B on Mangrove Street didn&amp;rsquo;t changea bit when Melanie Kauffman died. Everything was just as she left it. It wasfairly tidy, although a bit eclectic. Most of the space in the small studioapartment was occupied by mismatched furniture and unfinished drawings. Her bedwas ..</description>
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			<title>The Stranger</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My quivering hand clenched Sam&amp;rsquo;s Medal ofHonor. I felt the firm metal digging grooves into my flesh. I wiped glistening beadsof sweat off my brow. I admired my morbid task with an immense sense ofaccomplishment. I do not regret this. I cannot say that I thought it th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carly_Ann/1100948/</link>
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			<title>Occupied</title>
			<description>Themotel on Riverside Drive is usually pretty vacant. The stained carpets, oldmismatched furniture and chipped paint don&amp;rsquo;t exactly make it appealing. Guestsare infrequent, and when they do come they typically stay holed up in theirrooms, hiding from life. That&amp;rsquo;s the beauty of the..</description>
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