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			<title>Part IV</title>
			<description>Jenifer's phone beeped and she eagerly looked to see who had messaged her. Her heart gave a little flutter as she saw that the text was from Marcus:&quot;Hey beautiful, how are you this evening?&quot; Jenifer smiled and typed a reply that she was fine.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1828482/</link>
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			<title>Just A Bite</title>
			<description>The sound of gunfire echoed off every wall on every street as the man ran for his life. The sharp &quot;bratatat&quot; of machine guns firing mixed with the screams of dying people urged him to keep moving. He darted down one side street, then another, and another; paying no attention to where he was going, j..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1820193/</link>
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			<title>The Escapades of M and J Ch. 3: Fantasy Land Part 1</title>
			<description>Jenifer reveals a fantasy of hers and Marcus promises to fulfil it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1819705/</link>
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			<title>My Dragon and I </title>
			<description>A short poem that randomly popped into my head as I was thinking about how much I would like a pet dragon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1819674/</link>
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			<title>This Is My Confession</title>
			<description>What is this feeling? Why is that all I can do is lay and stare at the ceiling? Maybe feeling isn't the right word, maybe...maybe it's unfeeling. Everything is muted. Happiness, excitement, even love, they're all diluted. I can't remember! Tell me what it is to be happy. Tell me how to smile. How to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1819546/</link>
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			<title>Cahpter Two: The Day After</title>
			<description>Jemma can't wait for the day after her first meeting with Peter. This time she's hoping for more than just a kiss...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1819297/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One: The Meeting</title>
			<description>20 year old Jemma meets 43 year old Peter for the first time. She never thought she could be attracted to someone so much older than her but there is something captivating about Marcus.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1818565/</link>
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			<title>Age is Just a Number</title>
			<description>Jemma is a hot young woman who meets a refined older gentleman named Peter. Their relationship quickly takes a more intimate turn and Marcus helps bring out Jenifer's naughty side.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1818541/</link>
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			<title>Hey Little Girl</title>
			<description>A poem about why a girl shouldn't commit suicide.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1814013/</link>
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			<title>Hope</title>
			<description>A short poem about the wonder of hope.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1813975/</link>
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			<title>Five Minutes</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem when I was 11 years old; after my grandmother died and I read it at her funeral. Writing it helped me grieve and come to terms with her death.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1676618/</link>
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			<title>Guilt</title>
			<description>A poem about my life struggling with feelings of guilt.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zephaniah96/1675003/</link>
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