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			<title>Open Windows</title>
			<description>~Synchronicity~  An 8 2 8 syllable poem consisting of 8 stanzas with the last two being a twist.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1288243/</link>
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			<title>Royalty with Fame</title>
			<description>A blitz I created a few months ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1288237/</link>
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			<title>Bridesmaid Murderer</title>
			<description>Something we were assigned to do in class. It didn't take very long to complete.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1274909/</link>
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			<title>Toast</title>
			<description>Something I created that I thought was funny. It's basically dialogue back and forth, but I think it's easier to read since it's set up this way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1261061/</link>
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			<title>Heart On A String</title>
			<description>His eyesHis hair styleThe way he walksEvery single word he speaksThe affection he's willing to giveHis heart is left on a stringHe'll wait a lifetime for her very presenceHer eyesHer smooth hairThe way she walksAll the words she usesThe love she has stored withinHer heart left to hang on a stringShe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1261058/</link>
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			<title>A Tenuous Hold On Reality</title>
			<description>Yet another story done as an exercise for class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1261056/</link>
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			<title>Pumpkin Spice</title>
			<description>The title is pretty much irrelevant to the whole poem, but I thought it gave the whole thing a sort of &quot;kick&quot;.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1261053/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Why don't you learn how to talk to a rooster?&quot; ;She Slugged Me</title>
			<description>Another thing I did for my class. Hopefully it's interesting. Btw, this kind of did happen for real (as far as I remember).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1261051/</link>
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			<title>A College Dorm Student, Chef, Child, Homemaker, and Hiker; What's their favorite snack?</title>
			<description>This is an easier way to display what they all have in common as their favorite snack. I did this as an exercise for my writing class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1261047/</link>
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			<title>Blurb of What Happened At Lunch</title>
			<description>Another thing I wrote at night time a couple weeks ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1244384/</link>
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			<title>Heated Up</title>
			<description>Something I wrote when I had a random urge to write a couple weeks ago at night time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1244383/</link>
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			<title>Ice Cream Sunday</title>
			<description>It's a short blurb I found while cleaning yesterday. I added on to some of it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1221235/</link>
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			<title>Stuck In the Middle</title>
			<description>I wrote this because I felt entitled to. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1214985/</link>
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			<title>Him and You</title>
			<description>It was very difficult, but I tried to compare my boyfriend and one of my closest friends. Which is a story for another time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1212744/</link>
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			<title>Don't Forget Me</title>
			<description>I just needed to write something last night, so I worked on creating this poem. The last couplet has a lot of meaning towards the whole poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1207623/</link>
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			<title>Obsession</title>
			<description>I wrote this a couple years ago, and edited it, so hopefully it makes more sense now.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1203737/</link>
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			<title>U Make A Decision</title>
			<description>I saw that this document had potential of being a poem, so therefore, I edited it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1203721/</link>
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			<title>Walk With Me</title>
			<description>Something else I found today while cleaning. It's about a paragraph long. It was written about two years ago about someone that I used to like.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1203713/</link>
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			<title>Get Outta Here!</title>
			<description>Something I found today that I wrote about two years ago. I think it was originally supposed to be lyrics, but I edited it....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1203705/</link>
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			<title>Speechless</title>
			<description>A poem I found while cleaning. I wrote it either this year or last year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1202871/</link>
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			<title>Grocery Commotion</title>
			<description>A sensory poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1202243/</link>
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			<title>Ode To A Sweatshirt</title>
			<description>I was experimenting with Odes before, and thought I'd share this one.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1202239/</link>
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			<title>Inside The Picture Frame</title>
			<description>This is a tritina I created a while back. It was the first one I ever did!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1202236/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 22</title>
			<description>~10 Minutes Later~*-James-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I came to a&amp;nbsp;halt&amp;nbsp;in front of thechurch. This is where it would all end. Maybe I'm over reacting? No. Notthis time. Nothing would change my mind. Rosalind was lost forever. What else..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201278/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 21</title>
			<description>*-James-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I searched for Rosalind. Once Ifound her, I couldn't believe it. She was sitting with that Michael guy. Why?He had his arm around her. My jealousy at that moment went through the roof. Irealized that I had lost ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201277/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 20</title>
			<description>*-Rosalind-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I sat down on the cold metal seatand continued to cry. James left and probably wouldn't be back at all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Hey,&quot; someone exclaimedwith their h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201276/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 19</title>
			<description>May 6DEADLINE*-James-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Welcome everyone,&quot; Pattgreeted at the podium. The crowd stood with candles in their hands. Rosalindhad a blank expression, while every one surrounding her had tears rolling downtheir faces...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201275/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 18</title>
			<description>*-James-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It wasn't enough torture just beingat the hospital? But then Patt had to further question Rosalind before shecould leave. Then she questioned me afterword. I picked up the TVremote and pushed the power button...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201273/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 17</title>
			<description>*-Michael-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I held a bouquet of orange daisies,pink lilies and yellow pansies in both hands. The smell of fresh cut grassnever changed each visit. Sometimes this place had an eerie feeling. The gravessurrounding me stood ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201272/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 16</title>
			<description>May 5CEMETERY ENTERTAINMENT*-Rosalind-Journal,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I finally gotout of the hospital yesterday. I felt so relieved! I'm still not too sure aboutthis James guy. He is hot, but could possibly b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201271/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 15</title>
			<description>*-Selina-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I sat on the couch and picked at thelint on my skirt. Richard is going to kill me! The telephone rang, so Ihad to get up. I brushed off any leftover lint and walked to the kitchen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201269/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 14</title>
			<description>*-Richard-	To:&amp;nbsp; Richard&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From:&amp;nbsp; Selina&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;	Um,there's sort of a problem now. Rosalind is alive. I just checked her out. Iknow, big mistake. Well, she has gone home... What now?..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201267/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 13</title>
			<description>*-Selina-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After I checked off each square onmy clip board, I pulled my phone out of my breast pocket. I wonder if Richardtexted me again? If he did, then he's going to expect me to reply. How do Itell him that Rosalind i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201266/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 12</title>
			<description>*-Rosalind-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I thought about Patt's questions beforeanswering right away. Someone knocked at the door. A nurse entered.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Hello,&quot; she greeted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201265/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 11</title>
			<description>*-James-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can't believe Patt kicked me outof Rosalind's room. Why? She doesn't trust me? She probably thinks I'llinfluence Rosalind in some way. I stood there and continued to stare at thedoor. Then a sudden thought ran..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201263/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>*-Richard-	To:&amp;nbsp; Richard&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From:&amp;nbsp; Selina&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;	Well...it's done. What shall I do now?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201261/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>	Iscreamed and jumped in my hospital bed. My breathing became heavy. My eyesopened and I could see the room lit up. It was morning. James would be heresoon. Patt would be questioning me. Today was going to be a long day, I couldsense it. A knock was heard at the door. My head turned toward t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201255/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>May 4THE AFTER PARTY*-Rosalind-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ilooked around confused as to what was happening at that precise moment. Inoticed two people running past me. I don't remember talking to them, at least,not much. I could hear the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201253/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>*-Rosalind-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My eyes opened to the sound of amachine beeping. What the hell is going on? Who was this James guy andwhy did I miss him so much? All the thinking in the world would never reboostmy memories of this James guy..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201252/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>*-Rosalind-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sirens were blaring all around me.That was the only thing that could wake me. I opened my eyes slowly and leanedmy head against my hand. &quot;Uhhh,&quot; I groaned. Once my sight was clear,I realized I had been laying..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201248/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>*-James-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have to find her. It wasthe only coherent thought repeating constantly in my head. I have tofind her. My feet didn't seem to move fast enough. I pushed the unlockbutton and hopped in my truck. After the door s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201245/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>*-Rosalind-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What a disaster. Everything hadhappened so fast, I still couldn't gather my thoughts. What exactly happenedthough? One minute I was fine driving, and the next... bam, I'm lying on theground nearly&amp;nbsp;uncons..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201243/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>~An Hour Later~*-James-		To: &amp;nbsp;Rosalind	From: &amp;nbsp;James		Where the hell are you? It's already past five... Promenade is almost over. We're all getting ready to leave and go to the Country Club. Txt me when u can. Love you baby &amp;lt;3.		I put my phone in my dress pants pocket. This wasn't like R..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201164/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>~Three Hours Later~*-Rosalind-		I can't wait to see James and Richard. Richard did text me back and said that he was on his way. I grabbed my cute little black purse and car keys. I walked to the car in my one-inch heels trying not to stumble. My beige car sat making the night even more relaxing. Th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201156/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>May 3PROM NIGHT*-Rosalind-Journal,	It's finally Prom day, yay! I'm so nervous though. I know that someone will be expecting me to kiss them; I can just feel it in my bones. Both James and Richard will be there though; which is kinda awkward. I guess some sort of &quot;love triangle&quot; has been going on lat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201150/</link>
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			<title>Key To My Heart</title>
			<description>Rosalind is stuck in a love triangle between James and Richard. An accident happens and she loses her memory. After hearing a report on the news, everyone attends a double funeral.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1201146/</link>
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			<title>Our Great Country (U.S.A)</title>
			<description>A salute to America!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1200703/</link>
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			<title>Jerk</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote when I couldn't explain to my boyfriend exactly how I was feeling those days from back then. It starts off as yelling, but then turns into sweetness. &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamlovesoreo/1200684/</link>
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