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		<title>Ethan Boroian | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Ethan Boroian</description>
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			<title>My Sister and Her Cookies</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When my sister was younger, she was famous for throwing fits,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My mom would always cure them, by baking cookies with chocolate chips,My sister would eat these cookies, for br..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanboroian/407804/</link>
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			<title>The Waiter At The Greek Restaurant</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There is a man that works at a Greek restaurant,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanboroian/407801/</link>
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			<title>The Lady On The Bench</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;How to describe one of the most beautiful things I&amp;rsquo;ve seen,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A pregnant lady on a bench who is as sw..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanboroian/407799/</link>
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			<title>Family Trips</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; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We used to have family trips; well this is what I&amp;rsquo;m told,See I don&amp;rsquo;t remember much, for I wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanboroian/407796/</link>
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			<title>Earnest and Ben</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; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Every morning I pass a building, at the top of my road,Some call it a pre-death experience, others a re..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanboroian/407793/</link>
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			<title>The Wizard and The Misfits</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; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once upon a time in a village nearby,Lived a boy wizard not so different from..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanboroian/407791/</link>
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			<title>The One In The Plants</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; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Often people wonder, who is the one in the plants?  Someone must shake the leaves and trees for it can&amp;rsquo;t be by chance&amp;hellip;He is the one that scents flowers and calls for t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanboroian/407789/</link>
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			<title>The Man Made Out Of Leaves</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I once new a man who was made out of leaves,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He was born in the springtime surrounded by butterflies and bees, He would casually walk around enjo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanboroian/407787/</link>
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			<title>The Cat That Wanted To Fly</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There once was a cat that loved to watch birds in the air,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He was never enticed by their flavor but more about how they flew without care,He decided one day that he would be the first cat to fly..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanboroian/407782/</link>
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			<title>Little Boy Grey</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;An interracial couple gave birth to a boy on the 2nd of May,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The mother was black, the father was white but their son came out grey,He was short, plump and would be as..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanboroian/407776/</link>
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