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		<description>The original writings of author Mandi</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I write these things to you who believe in the name of the son of God, so that you may know that you have eternal life.&amp;rdquo; (1 John 5:12)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was a normal day, just like any other. I woke up with the same beautiful woman of the pas..</description>
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			<title>Life After Death: The Beginning</title>
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			<title>Three Live Taken, Three Left Behind</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s fifteen minutes past three o-clock in the afternoon. The sky is gray and gloomy just as Andy likes it. He walks down the usually solitary street, on his way home from yet another day of mathematics, essay, friends and of course his favorite girl, Jane. Today, the 4th of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mandilyn/478443/</link>
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			<title>Razorblades</title>
			<description>I sit in the bathroom, overwhelmed by the horrifying images rushing through my head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daddy screaming. My brother trying to pick fights with me, and who could blame him for wanting attention. Mom is crying. Dad wants her to go to the bedroom, she&amp;rsquo;s not in the mood to be treate..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mandilyn/467979/</link>
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			<title>My Submission</title>
			<description>Not finished, but what do you think so far?</description>
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			<title>Explode</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daddy hurt me again. He hurt me and it felt just like the first time. Painful. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t breathe, my heart raced so hard I could feel it ripping through my chest and thrusting out into the cold, dark world of pain and grievance, frozen, unable to move until finally I graspe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mandilyn/460561/</link>
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			<title>I'm Gay: My Coming Out Story</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was about 5 years old the first time I started to notice women. Lori Petty. I was watching &amp;ldquo;Free Willy&amp;rdquo; for the first time and remember getting this weird feeling in my stomach every time Lori&amp;lsquo;s character was brought to the screen. Butterflies must have been fl..</description>
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