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			<title>Longing for Sleep</title>
			<description>A strange story I thought up while listening to a sad song.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsonthepurple/1194587/</link>
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			<title>Cost of Snitching</title>
			<description>Telling on angry siblings can have unexpected consequences.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsonthepurple/1152001/</link>
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			<title>Perspective of Time</title>
			<description>I was thinking of car rides in California.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsonthepurple/1139542/</link>
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			<title>Worries and Ruminations</title>
			<description>I figured out I do way too much of both to be healthy, but who cares.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsonthepurple/1139533/</link>
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			<title>Tools</title>
			<description>I was walking around repeating over and over that I NEED paper, when I realized I sounded like a drug addict. This emerged suddenly after.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsonthepurple/1139525/</link>
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			<title>Firefly</title>
			<description>I got bored, and frustrated with my figure drawings, so I wrote this.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsonthepurple/1139443/</link>
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			<title>Thinkers and Talkers</title>
			<description>This isn't really a story, but I don't know what it is, and I wanted to post it. I wrote it because a lot of people don't like my friend strictly because she talks a lot, and that doesn't seem fair.</description>
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