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			<title>Flash Fiction (No title)</title>
			<description>Another attempt at flash fiction. 20 minutes &amp; a picture (not included for copyright). To set the scene it was a woman in a black evening dress looking out of the window with a cigarette in her hand..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quin28/1261884/</link>
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			<title>French Fancy</title>
			<description>Flash fiction. This was my first attempt being given just a title and 20 minutes to develop it into something readable. I'm not sure whether to continue it further or to leave it as it is? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quin28/1261868/</link>
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			<title>Call of Duty</title>
			<description>Up before the alarm Today's the day I leaveI look at my daughter  And start to grieve She starts to stir And I quickly stopHolding her tightlyUsed her gown as a mop&quot;I make daddy breakfast&quot;Her little voice croaked&quot;Come on then sweetheart&quot;I replied all choked As we playfu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quin28/1261234/</link>
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			<title>My Stable Mate</title>
			<description>               My Stable MateAcross the bar our eyes did meet,That lasting stare my heart did beat.I broke a smile you broke one too,So I'm writing this poem and its all for you.You came over all cocky a true-to-form lad,But there was something there that made you not bad.You called ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quin28/1252395/</link>
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			<title>PMS</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;started in a space of mineUnable to move because of timeI felt the urge to keep ____ nearNot quite ready and full of fearBut then one day right out the blueA little whisper said that's the one for youSo in I went, it was what I wantedHead all clear, my fears confronted&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quin28/480753/</link>
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			<title>An Ode For My Fellow Spy	</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Woken up one morning, in a pleasent state of mess,Though I didn't see it then, blInded I confess,Rode through my beautifuL city, making my way back home,Tickled by a flashback, in my ear a distant mOan,Oblivious to my preiVous state, mind completely wrecked,Tuned in t..</description>
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