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		<description>The original writings of author Amelia Lawrence</description>
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			<title>My ex, Oedipus.</title>
			<description>Nothing embitters the soul more than the one that got away, especially when someone else is to blame.  Unfortunately for me, the inspiration behind it is all true, and happened.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/383011/</link>
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			<title>Jealousy</title>
			<description>a poem inspired by my favorite author as of late....millions of teen girls feel the same way, but I look at it critically I suppose.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/382350/</link>
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			<title>Limburger</title>
			<description>a poem about cheese.  I got inspired from the contest :-)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/382339/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Oh for the love of all things holy, there&amp;rsquo;s Sebastian Timmons. Don&amp;rsquo;t look!&amp;rdquo; Corrine nearly fainted as she spoke, her hazel eyes captivated by the blonde, ever popular boy across the way from her. &amp;ldquo;I said don&amp;rsquo;t look!&amp;rdquo; She slapped at my arm, to knock me out o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/376241/</link>
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			<title>The Minister's Daughters</title>
			<description>A working title, and a new idea for a story.  We'll see how it goes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/376240/</link>
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			<title>Writer's Lament</title>
			<description>My ode to myself</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/372896/</link>
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			<title>Distorted Mirror</title>
			<description>A bit of my descriptive attitude pouring out.  I did it as an exercise to get me back on track for my novel, and found it mildy amusing.  I'm not sure if I will go anywhere with it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/370889/</link>
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			<title>In the Arms of Sleep pt 2</title>
			<description>~*~I woke up about two hours later, Greg&amp;rsquo;s arm was still wrapped around me lovingly, and I carefully moved it to the pillow my head was resting on just moments before.I dressed quietly, careful not to wake him. I watched him as he breathed, the deep bruises under his eyes were now a softer..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/370007/</link>
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			<title>In the Arms of Sleep</title>
			<description>a reunion, bittersweet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/369988/</link>
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			<title>Exercise in Futility</title>
			<description>It's getting a little personal...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/369934/</link>
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			<title>The Trick is to Keep Breathing</title>
			<description>The trick is to keep breathing&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;She knows the human heart, and how to read the stars. Now everything&amp;rsquo;s about to fall apart. I won&amp;rsquo;t be the one who lets you down.&amp;rdquo; - Garbage&amp;nbsp;It was 5:15 in the morning when my cell phone rang. I looked at it, trying to s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/367976/</link>
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			<title>Hemmorage</title>
			<description>The title says it all....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/367974/</link>
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			<title>High and Dry</title>
			<description>I am not so sure about this chapter- a little help here....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/367973/</link>
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			<title>Entitled</title>
			<description>sometimes people piss me off, and here's my answer to them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/367655/</link>
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			<title>Changes</title>
			<description>I woke up hazy, the light in the room seemed cloudy and soft, like I was still in a dream. I looked at the lamp on the table, realizing Greg must have thrown his t-shirt over it to make it that way. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking back and forth, his lips moving ever so slightly, as..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/367640/</link>
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			<title>I caught myself</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I Caught Myself&amp;ldquo;Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that I should have never thought of you, you&amp;lsquo;re pushing and pulling me down to you, but I don&amp;rsquo;t know what I want. No I don&amp;rsquo;t know what I want. Don&amp;rsquo;t know what I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/367622/</link>
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			<title>Call me when you're sober</title>
			<description>half of this chapter is written from Greg's perspective, and half from Ruthy's.  I'm still playing around with this chapter, so bear with me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/367529/</link>
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			<title>Thankful</title>
			<description>I had barely been home and in my bed for two hours when my niece Laura climbed onto my bed, jumping erratically, her fat little toddler feet falling on my legs. &amp;ldquo;Auntie Rutheeee. The pawade is on.&amp;rdquo; She pushed on my arm intently. This was her only thought. It did not matter to her three y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/367513/</link>
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			<title>Breakaway</title>
			<description>Due to popular demand, I have added more...enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/366467/</link>
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			<title>Through Glass</title>
			<description>a chapter of my novel, told from the point of view of Greg, upon returning to his hometown after a stint in a rehab facility.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/365982/</link>
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			<title>Numb (working title)</title>
			<description>Here are a few of my best chapters from my novel that I have been working on for the past three months.  It is told from the perspectives of two high school sweethearts, Ruthy and Gregory, who have dealt with a lot of drama in the past year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepenismightier/365974/</link>
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