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			<title>101 Uses for a Spork</title>
			<description>A completed challenge. The title says it all. Seriously, don't ask. XD</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354423/</link>
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			<title>Final Good-byes</title>
			<description>This was originally written as an epilogue to a story I never got around to writing. It is a fictional &quot;where are they now&quot; after the true events of one of my relationships I meant to put to paper.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354418/</link>
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			<title>Star-Crossed Lovers</title>
			<description>This was written about the same person who originally inspired me to write Ribbon Dancer Dreams. This was after a long series of unfortunate happenings that eventually led to our end.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354416/</link>
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			<title>Lament to the Chatrooms</title>
			<description>One day, I logged on YIM to discover that, after the User Created Rooms had been gone for over a year, all the normal chatrooms were down. I'm a role-player and this was devastating. To make me feel better, my muse beat me with that frying pan of hers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354411/</link>
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			<title>Ribbon Dancer Dreams</title>
			<description>Written after Angel, but before Heaven, this is a sort of poem/song I wrote while inspired by feelings I had for someone a few years ago. Despite it having been written about a previous lover, it makes me think most of my current one.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354410/</link>
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			<title>Omaha Beach: June 6th, 1944</title>
			<description>We were watching Saving Private Ryan in my U.S. History class my junior year and my muse came and smacked me upside the head.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354408/</link>
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			<title>Nothing on This</title>
			<description>Written for my current boyfriend as a Yuletide gift. Everything he means to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354407/</link>
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			<title>Night Fae</title>
			<description>Written for my first and only girlfriend. We have since parted, but I think of her often. She lived in Alaska and has two-toned eyes (she's a medical chimera), and those themes play heavily in this piece.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354405/</link>
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			<title>Hindered</title>
			<description>Again with the same context in which Familiar Stranger and Angel on the Other End were written. This is set some months after the relationship was over I regained contact with my familiar stranger. References to a local radio station are held within.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354403/</link>
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			<title>Angel on the Other End</title>
			<description>We've all heard that Hinder song. This is written in the context of a relationship I had a long time ago, put into perspective of the girl on the other end of the line during that song.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354399/</link>
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			<title>Cross You Wear</title>
			<description>I'm a Pagan in a Christan household. One day, my stepmother found one of my pentagrams and flew off the handle. In my annoyance and general fed-up attitude, this came to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354398/</link>
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			<title>Familiar Stranger</title>
			<description>I was standing in a Borders, thinking about an old friend of mine whom I only knew online. My muse likes to randomly come up and beat me with that frying pan sometimes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LothianPrincess/354397/</link>
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