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			<title>Feels Like the First Time</title>
			<description>Melanie meets Karen for the first time, all seemed well.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1237496/</link>
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			<title>Learned the Hard Way</title>
			<description>We all have that one person. The person who is negative, nasty, degrading, and overall...toxic. This is a collection of short stories based on my own experience. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1237488/</link>
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			<title>Dear Anonymous </title>
			<description>This is more of a letter than a story, something I needed to get off of my chest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1236623/</link>
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			<title>The Fourth Installment</title>
			<description>It's been a week since she's showed up on my patio in the middle of the night. Lucky me, I haven't seen her around. Not anywhere. Yet, I have an eerie feeling that's she's always watching, waiting for the perfect spot to attack.&amp;nbsp;I grab my lukewarm coffee out of cup holder in my BMW and walk int..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1226117/</link>
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			<title>You Are Not My Mother</title>
			<description>This poem is about my older sisters who recently moved in to my home. With their move, they brought their dominating personalities with them. This is my response.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1208843/</link>
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			<title>The Third Installment</title>
			<description>The agony continues...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1207273/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PrologueI will never forget that girl.Her beautiful angled face charred beyond any campfire marshmallow. Almost every inch of her once porcelain skin was cooked like a barbecue. She used to have this long mop of curls that went down her banana back, but it's burned from the fire, leaving nothing but..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1195904/</link>
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			<title>The Second Installment</title>
			<description>The Second Installment of my story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1195891/</link>
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			<title>Angel Wings From Skin Grafts</title>
			<description>A story of a surgeon gone mad, starting with an angel.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1170405/</link>
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			<title>A girl</title>
			<description>Just a short story, about a sad girl</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1169459/</link>
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			<title>A haiku </title>
			<description>						Bearing no conscience,						I'm to behave psychotically,						Like the Willow Tree.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irishsam/1146267/</link>
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