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			<title>Part 2</title>
			<description>I'm in&amp;nbsp;Dr.Stone's office right now.&quot;So Evan, Bruce tells me you finally befriended someone, Harleen..if I'm correct.&quot;&quot;Yeah...Harley's great...&quot;&quot;What made you so interested...&quot;&quot;Her eyes doc, she's got big gray ones...&quot;&quot;Sounds to me like you've got a little bit of a crush on Harleen..&quot;&quot;yeah whate..</description>
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			<title>Part 1</title>
			<description>I really can't stand this damn place . I've been in here for the past two years. I own this place.I mean....&amp;nbsp;Blue-stone&amp;nbsp;isn't all that bad but I just want to get out of here.I'm in the&amp;nbsp;cafeteria&amp;nbsp;as of right now. I have my own table.That's the way I like it. No friends. Well I mea..</description>
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			<title>Let Me Heal You......</title>
			<description>A teenage f**k up meets the love of his life in the mental institution he is currently in. </description>
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			<title>Headed back home...</title>
			<description>Its been two weeks since I met Jeremy, we've seen each other when we can but he's trying to get this weekend off so he can take to me to my parents house. I love having sex with him. Its amazing.*phone rings*&quot;Hello love...&quot; Jeremy says when I answer.&quot;Jeremy! I miss you...&quot;&quot;I miss you too....guess wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrangel3597/1142393/</link>
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			<title>Anything You Want </title>
			<description>He takes my hand and leads the way, I'm thinking we're going to his bedroom but he takes me to a room I didn't know he had.&amp;nbsp;&quot;close your eyes..&quot; he says opening the door.&quot;why..&quot;&quot;because its a surprise..&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;fine...&quot; I close my eyes and he takes my hand pulling me into the room and shutting th..</description>
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			<title>Moving Fast</title>
			<description>Staring at myself in the mirror, I trace over the hickeys and bite marks Jeremy left on me. All I can do is smile like an idiot. He made me feel so alive. The way he touched me. The way he demanded me to say his name. My phone starts ringer and I answer.&quot;Hello Ember...&quot;&quot;Hey, I thought you were calli..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrangel3597/1130530/</link>
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			<title>Glowing</title>
			<description>I wake up to see that Jeremy isn't here. I notice a note on his pillow. For some reason I feel this horrible doubt in my stomach.&amp;nbsp;'Ember, ran out for coffee, back in fifteen...-Jeremy'I lay head back on the bed and start going over what happened last night. I feel amazing right now. A little so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrangel3597/1128406/</link>
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			<title>Take It Slow...</title>
			<description>&quot;ummm....I-I'm still a virgin.&quot;&quot;What?&quot; he says shocked.&quot;I-I'm still a virgin...&quot; i say covering my face in shame. He probably won't want me anymore I have no experience. I'm a 22 year old virgin. Its&amp;nbsp;embarrassing.&quot;It's okay...really Ember.....lets just...take this slow...&quot;&quot;you still want to?&quot;&quot;I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrangel3597/1128011/</link>
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			<title>Date with A God</title>
			<description>&quot;Hello Jeremy....&quot; I say as he hands me the lily. &quot;How'd you know I like Lily's?&quot;&quot;you look like a lily kind of girl..&quot;&quot;thank &amp;nbsp;you...&quot;&quot;lets go, I've got the perfect place to eat...&quot;&quot;okay....&quot; He takes my hand in his and he leads me down the streets. It's quiet for a while but I break the silence..</description>
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			<title>A Night Out</title>
			<description>*Friday*I'm getting ready to go hand in my paper. I can't wait for my feedback.I love hearing what people think of my writing. I slip on my sneakers and walk out the door.-I get back home around three because my professor wanted to read it right then and there.He said it was amazing. I got a perfect..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrangel3597/1126889/</link>
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			<title>Anxiety Overload</title>
			<description>GOD D****T!! Can this day get any worse. I got like three hours of sleep last night.I didn't finish my final paper for my creative writing class, which is due in about fifteen minutes. To top things off, I just left my phone on the f*****g bus.I can't even call my f*****g professor to let him now wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zrangel3597/1126654/</link>
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			<title>Playing With Fire</title>
			<description>Young woman name Ember is struggling up and down with life. Her and her friend decide to have a stress free night,but it turns into a surprise when Ember meets the guy of her dreams..or is he?</description>
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