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			<title>Isolated Soul</title>
			<description>My first attempt in poetry.</description>
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			<title>In His Late Memory</title>
			<description>An account of my Grandpa's funeral. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skeptic-kitten/598929/</link>
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			<title>Neoteric Glance: Finale</title>
			<description>RyanI wanted to stand there, in case if she felt like coming out but I didn't know what to tell her exactly because, I decided, I was the stupidest man alive, a total failure, which is no surprise, at all. Even though I couldn't have known, I regret acting foolishly and admitting about what ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>RyanWaking up on the next morning, I wasn&amp;rsquo;t so shocked about having dreamed of her, blazing under the sunlight, her hair waving behind her like sun rays spreading across the ocean.I took a long, steamy shower in the hopes of washing everything away. By the time I reached the main cente..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Ryan8:15. I wanted to be late by 15 minutes so that I could meet Sarah based on her own timings. We were supposed to meet up at the main center, at the waiting hall but she wasn&amp;rsquo;t there. For five minutes, I kept wishing if I had slept off till the day after, since I stayed up all night..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>SarahDay one was a success, I would say but I am not so sure my new instructor would agree. Ryan was his name and I do not know for how long I have been in love with his name and if someone was to ask, I would say I haven&amp;rsquo;t got a single idea why. While spending a few hours together tod..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>RyanShe&amp;rsquo;s late. Why I am not surprised?I checked my watch and realized that I have wasted 15 minutes of my time waiting for this new teacher, or as they call her, a volunteer. And for the life of me, I cannot seem to understand how can someone, in his right mind, willingly volunteer fo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skeptic-kitten/598922/</link>
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			<title>Neoteric Glance</title>
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			<title>Chapter- 2</title>
			<description>Chapter &amp;ndash; 2 She faced the mirror, admiring her own beauty and thinking of the impressions her appearance might give out about her. She was happy, filled with life, and the dimpled shy smile always drew across her face. She knew this. Knew it perfectly well, that her fake act will wear off an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skeptic-kitten/461988/</link>
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			<title>Chapter- 1</title>
			<description>Shapes kept swirling and speaking in a language she couldn&amp;rsquo;t fathom. She tried approaching them, thinking that&amp;rsquo;ll do, and it did. Her mom was crying her eyes out and just close by were her little siblings, weeping, and wondering about their mother&amp;rsquo;s weird behavior. &amp;lsquo;Why&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skeptic-kitten/461983/</link>
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			<title>Her Fairytale</title>
			<description>Inspired by a dream of my own.</description>
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