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		<description>The original writings of author Nicci</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was a sensitive child.&amp;nbsp; I grew up in a small apartment in a small town, with no one but my mother.&amp;nbsp; I was ignored in elementary school, and occasionally teased because of my shyness.&amp;nbsp; In middle school, I lost the one friend I had and th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ngermana/479530/</link>
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			<title>A Light at the End of the Road</title>
			<description>True story of a girl who lives her life terrified of what other people think of her.  She's quiet and shy, and basically a doormat.  One day, she snaps and things suddenly start going downhill.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ngermana/479528/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Without a second thought, Leanne and I jumped up and ran into the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Ryan was already out the door, racing through the fields that bordered the trees.&amp;nbsp; The two of us headed for the paddocks and hopped on the horses bareback.&amp;nbsp; We ga..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ngermana/467090/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Leanne looked friendly enough, but underneath I could feel her fear.&amp;nbsp; She was eyeing the wolf warily, and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t blame her.&amp;nbsp; But I kept my eyes on Ryan, knowing somehow that he was in charge of the animal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</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;ldquo;Lee, it&amp;rsquo;s time to get up,&amp;rdquo; I called, flipping the French toast in the pan.&amp;nbsp; French toast was our favorite breakfast, and I made it almost every morning.  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A year ago today, life as I knew it was gone.&amp;nbsp; A year ago yesterday, I was blissfully ignorant to all the little things that most people believe don&amp;rsquo;t exist.&amp;nbsp; Then I met Leanne.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Random Rain</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ngermana/465501/</link>
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			<title>For My Mother</title>
			<description>This is just a short poem that I wrote for my mother</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ngermana/458835/</link>
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			<title>The Yank</title>
			<description>The pub became silent as she slid through the doors and out of the broken weather, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.&amp;nbsp; She was soaked to the bone, her hair a stringy mess of brown down to the middle of her back.&amp;nbsp; She swept it off of her face to no avail, only succeeding in making i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ngermana/458833/</link>
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			<title>Irish Fear</title>
			<description>Liam meets Shannon one evening when she stumbles into his pub.  What secrets is the young woman hiding?  How will they affect him, and his decisions in the future?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ngermana/458831/</link>
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