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		<description>The original writings of author Kimmi</description>
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			<title>Beer Gut.</title>
			<description>After months of not making herself throw up, it takes one party to send her over the edge.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cunningstunts./599366/</link>
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			<title>Defining. </title>
			<description>Friends always end up falling for the other. This is about teenagers caught in the trap of love and sex and how the two things are both very different.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cunningstunts./599364/</link>
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			<title>Vanilla.</title>
			<description>				Mariah was sitting on a crowded train heading toward the heart of thecity. Her arms were squished in front of her and her back was cramping.Sweat, cheap perfume and vanilla were the only smells she knew rightnow. Every time the train went over a bumpy surface the man next to herwould s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cunningstunts./511220/</link>
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			<title>Saviour.</title>
			<description>Mariah could never let go, she was always keeping some part of her pastwith her. She wears 'Baby Doll' perfume because that was her oldboyfriend&amp;rsquo;s nickname for her; she doesn't even like the smell. Shewears a single string of pearls around her neck, because her deadmother always made h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cunningstunts./511219/</link>
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			<title>Flowery.</title>
			<description>&quot;Life's hard isn't it,&quot; she mused.The boy half smiled, &quot;It's only hard if you make it hard.&quot;&quot;Every time I complain you have to cut in with your philosophicalbullshit,&quot; she sighed, &quot;Can't I ever complain without you biting myf*****g ear off?&quot;&quot;Nope, never,&quot;She smiled, &quot;Okay then.&quot;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cunningstunts./500190/</link>
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			<title>Hard.</title>
			<description>Two teenagers, Ben and Allison. Best of friends. But her interest in older men is starting to take its toll.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cunningstunts./500189/</link>
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			<title>Control.</title>
			<description>Mariah has no control over her life, I guess you could say independence isn't her strong point.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cunningstunts./493711/</link>
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