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		<description>The original writings of author Paige</description>
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			<title>To a Lovable Dumbass</title>
			<description>boy, friend, friendship, happy, spring break, sex, friends with benefits, love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paigegeneva/1228022/</link>
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			<title>To a Brother</title>
			<description>To a brother,&amp;nbsp;	We aren't related by blood. We're related by love.&amp;nbsp; I hope that you know that I love you more than I could say.&amp;nbsp; Even though we're a******s to each other and share a weird sort of relationship, I hope you know that I care about you as if you were one o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paigegeneva/1226732/</link>
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			<title>Fear</title>
			<description>It starts out as butterflies, harmless and light, fluttering through the tips of your fingers, your toes.&amp;nbsp; It works its way up to your stomach, and suddenly you've got an infestation of the critters in your gut.&amp;nbsp; It's not that bad.&amp;nbsp;		Slowly, the insects transform to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paigegeneva/1226706/</link>
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			<title>Playing God with a Goldfish</title>
			<description>a man was buried once. vines took over his veins. his bones. &amp; An art project that involved cutting a goldfish from a rope and killing him. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paigegeneva/1226648/</link>
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			<title>To: Another Ex Boyfriend, again</title>
			<description>			To: Another Ex Boyfriend, again, 	I've been thinking about you a lotlately.  	Do you remember the first time that wehad sex?  You were the first boy that I ever had sex with, and Ithought that maybe you'd be the only one (I guess everyone thinksthat). It was cold for a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paigegeneva/1210519/</link>
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			<title>To: Another Ex Boyfriend</title>
			<description>			To: AnotherEx-Boyfriend, 	You'll probablynever read this. I know that, because you want absolutely nothing todo with me. And I'm sorry about that.  I could go into every detailof our relationship, but that's not what I'm trying to do here.  Iwant you to know that I did h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paigegeneva/1210518/</link>
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			<title>To An Ex Boyfriend (again)</title>
			<description>			To: An Ex Boyfriend, 	I'm trying to think about what it isthat keeps me so attracted to you.  People are telling me that it'sthe fact that I can't have you, that you don't want me.  But aftergreat amounts, and small amounts of contemplation, I assured myselfthat that is no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paigegeneva/1210516/</link>
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			<title>Mangled Intensity in Loss and Despair</title>
			<description>Thoughts on love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paigegeneva/1210478/</link>
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			<title>To: An Ex Boyfriend</title>
			<description>			To:An Ex-boyfriend,	Sittingin a summery haze, the THC running through my blood smiles upon everycell and tickles each nerve ending to perfect relaxation.  It&amp;rsquo;stimes like these I think of you.  If that&amp;rsquo;s not what you&amp;rsquo;d liketo hear, I&amp;rsquo;m very sorry but..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paigegeneva/1210475/</link>
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			<title>Letters I Never Sent</title>
			<description>It's always the things left unsaid that mean the most. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paigegeneva/1210473/</link>
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