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		<description>The original writings of author John Lauterbach</description>
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			<title>The Ghast of Sir Vargas</title>
			<description>An old soldier tells of a legendary kingslayer.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbl/1197269/</link>
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			<title>Verbose vexation via vaudeville</title>
			<description>Just a little alliteration.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbl/1166129/</link>
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			<title>Part 7 - No giggles</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Nikki relaxed at homeon her couch with Audrey asleep between her breasts. She ran the edge of herthumb down her baby's back; &quot;You're the best thing I've ever putthere.&quot; She craned her head down and kissed the sleepy head. She watchedher daughter breathe; tracing the reverie int..</description>
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			<title>Part 6 - Tom and the water heater</title>
			<description>&quot;That one upthere, that's me.&quot; I pointed to my crack-house apartment with the deadtree an' s****y Buick. Natalie pulled over to let me out.She checked all herblind spots. &quot;How can you live here? I don't even wanna be here.&quot;&quot;Yeah, I'd love tomove out but, you know... money.&quot; I ben..</description>
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			<title>Part 5 - Love</title>
			<description>I'd never been toNikki's before. It's a small, single floor house painted a light, cloudy bluewith a big front porch. There were brown, circular dirt-marks on the outsidesof the steps and two big, empty planters rooted at the front door. She turnedsideways goin' inside with the baby carr..</description>
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			<title>Part 4 - A package at the post office</title>
			<description>The post office wasnext to a small strip mall with burgers, pizza, a nail salon an' a weightwatchers meeting center all sandwiched together. I parked on the far side bythe restaurant dumpsters, thinkin' 'bout keepin' the post office lot clear. Noone else thought to do it with me, the f**..</description>
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			<title>Part 3 - Drinking at noon</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; Iwoke up without my right arm, like Natalie's head melted it off at the elbow.It looked like noon outside through the curtains. I lifted her head up with mygood arm, inched off the couch, then laid her down where my a..</description>
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			<title>Part 2 - A classy first date at Dennys</title>
			<description>Saturday morning camelike Christmas. The three-day rule wasn't worth waitin' for with this girl, andtoday's a day shoot, givin' me a free evening for once. I know I won&amp;rsquo;t haveanother one of these 'til a public holiday comes 'round, so I hoped tonight'dbe date night. I leaned agains..</description>
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			<title>Part 1 - Afterhours at the PCC</title>
			<description>After sunset in thefall, sappy guys bring chicks to the riverside for a date. There's a tallgrassy hill with fog-lights and streetlamps lining a walkway, where some of theships stay late in the season to double as on-the-water restaurants. When aship comes into the lock on the opposite side ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbl/1162399/</link>
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			<title>A Tale Between the Legs</title>
			<description>A man in the porn industry falls in love while trying to further his career.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbl/1162387/</link>
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			<title>Old Men Hate Change</title>
			<description>Two old war vets on a porch, talking about the times.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbl/1161814/</link>
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			<title>The House-Moose and the Eleven Children of a Negligent Man</title>
			<description>A modern tall-tale.</description>
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