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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Chapter 4Ed waited, flitting from room to room, and, whenhe could stand it no longer, he took to pacing the walkway outside theapartment. The twins were sleeping soundly, a rare and miraculous occasion, andhis mother was catching a well-earned lull. He&amp;rsquo;d come in silently as always,..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 3Tea at Astrid&amp;rsquo;s didn&amp;rsquo;t disappoint, her mum dishedout generous helpings of steaming casserole and still had plenty saved for whenher dad returned from the hospital. Ed wolfed it down with a gusto that charmedher. It was almost eight o clock when they were done and decid..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The fourth years were wary of Astrid, especiallyafter the condemning news papers and brilliant evidence on last night&amp;rsquo;stelevision. She was a crazy girl. If she cared, she didn&amp;rsquo;t show it, she strodein through the school gates, alone, with her heavy boots thumping the concrete.If a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 </title>
			<description>Pete pulled his school coat tight round hisshoulders, concealing the tape deck rammed into the roomy inside pocket. He&amp;rsquo;dgone to the trouble of sewing it in himself, vaguely aware of how furious hismother would be when she came to wash it. The tape deck was an unwieldy thingto have in y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vladkobeltski/1210902/</link>
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			<title>Under The Influence</title>
			<description>Follow the story of a group of teenagers living through the late seventies through to the 80s, a decade of struggle to be themselves when society has rejected them. </description>
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