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			<title>Common Civil Calendar and Time</title>
			<description>A story about cheating and hypocrisy. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jia_Mekare/455664/</link>
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			<title>Vice, or Facebook</title>
			<description>Another creative nonfiction, this time about me and social networking in the form of Facebook. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jia_Mekare/438450/</link>
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			<description>She wanders up and down the barren hallways, like a madwoman of old, past locked metal doors containing students like scientific experiments. Her hair is a tousled mess above a face where makeup is smeared like a ruined oil painting. Her clothing was a t-shirt, once, now a ruined wreck of its former..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jia_Mekare/407427/</link>
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			<title>Cigarette Smoke</title>
			<description>A piece of creative non-fiction about me and my relation to cigarettes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jia_Mekare/405742/</link>
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			<description>When I was a girl, Temptation was painted for me in, well,tempting terms.A&amp;nbsp;succubus, Red lipsticked smile and high heels to matchLong shapely legs, details hidden enticingly behind silk stockingsseams centered on the back of her calves like an old-time caberet singers. A&amp;nbsp;dres..</description>
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			<title>Vampirism</title>
			<description>For Weekly Haiku week 23</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jia_Mekare/405576/</link>
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			<title>Microwave</title>
			<description>Microwave ovenSaid I&amp;nbsp;didn't need one, butI learned I&amp;nbsp;was wrong.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jia_Mekare/405017/</link>
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			<title>Television Set</title>
			<description>Television SetIncessant talking- yet Ican't sleep without it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jia_Mekare/405016/</link>
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			<title>February 14, 2010</title>
			<description>Feb. 14, 2010It&amp;rsquo;s an odd thing to find your husband with another woman.The tradition in these sort of storiesIs loud shoutingAnd throwing thingsAnd yelling &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re not taking the children!&amp;rdquo;But then, she was never much of a traditionalist. Instead, she bolt..</description>
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