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		<title>Evanora les Elise | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Evanora les Elise</description>
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			<title>The Maid, The Mistress, and the Florentine Gummy Bear</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1214085/</link>
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			<title>Ch.1</title>
			<description>  &quot;Ms. Salazar, a word please?&quot; Mr. Ericsson asked as I was about to leave the classroom.  &quot;Yes, sir?&quot; He held up a paper and put it down on the desk in from of me. A big fat C was marked in red. &quot;What is the meaning of this?&quot; He asked sharply.  &quot;I-I am not so sure, sir. The test was difficult..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1213193/</link>
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			<title>458 Words for Jared Winstrom </title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1213169/</link>
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			<title>Slam! Strike One! (Chp. 4) </title>
			<description> Jan. 7, 2003&quot;Hey Luke! Happy New Year!&quot; I slapped him on the back. &quot;Yeah, you too, bro.&quot; He gave me a thumbs up, he was also chewing, held a sandwich in hand. &quot;Nice too be back in school.&quot; I grinned. &quot;Nah, who am I kidding.&quot; I shrugged.Luke swallowed. &quot;Uh huh.&quot; He nodded. &quot;Wait, did you h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1204925/</link>
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			<title>Revenge? And a Procrastinating Friend</title>
			<description> &quot;Hey Mikki...&quot; Nat said as he leaned against the locker next to mine.  &quot;Oh, hi Nat.&quot; I said. I busied myself by reorganising my locker, books in, books out. &quot;Wanna have lunch with me today?,</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1197078/</link>
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			<title>New Nickname (Chp. 1)</title>
			<description>  &quot;All right girls! Practice is over.&quot; Coach Leah said. &quot;See you Thursday.&quot;  We were practicing for next weeks game. But, I had something to tell Coach Leah.  I waited as the other girls entered the locker room.  &quot;Hey, Coach?&quot; I asked. &quot;Yeah?&quot; She looked at me. &quot;Um, so I just wanted to say..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1193950/</link>
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			<title>Pom Poms and an Electric Guitar </title>
			<description> 17-year-old cheerleader, Mikaela Hinder would never have thought that she would fall for the school's, more like town's, bad boy, Nat Scion. Will this good girl say &quot;yes&quot; to the bad boy?     </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1193932/</link>
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			<title>Hmmm...haven't thought about that yet</title>
			<description>Random</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1172227/</link>
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			<title>I'm Lily, and I Can't See the Wind (Chp. 3)</title>
			<description>Lily starts to talk</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1158506/</link>
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			<title>I'll Forget (Chp. 2)</title>
			<description>Yesterday we were 28, the next day we just turned 18.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1153621/</link>
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			<title>His Wish. Her Curse. Her Wish. His Luck. (Chp. 1)</title>
			<description>Two people. Male. Female. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1153615/</link>
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			<title>This Is What I Say To You</title>
			<description>So a friend challenged me to write to a person I am &quot;supposed&quot; to love. This person doesn't like me, is older than me, and is supposed to be leaving and I may never see them again.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1153608/</link>
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			<title>You've Gotta Be Kidding</title>
			<description>Back to Abbey</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1153591/</link>
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			<title>Strictly My Buisness</title>
			<description>Lance's point of view</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1153512/</link>
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			<title>When We Meet Again...If We do</title>
			<description>The beginning</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1153509/</link>
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			<title>I Wasn't That Truthful</title>
			<description>I met someone. We went through a lot. But that was only the beginning. The truth was uncovered and the thoughts were spilled. In the end it was fine, it's just what was in between that changed me.    </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1153506/</link>
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			<title>No Definition For Love</title>
			<description>Just one of those stories. Where the characters go through a circle. And will always end up at the start- but technically circles don't have a beginning or end. So, they'll fall somewhere-good or bad.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvaNoire/1152006/</link>
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