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			<title>Mirrors</title>
			<description>						DriftwoodChapter SevenMirrorsSam threw the door shutbehind him, keeping the rain outside. He was already drenched andhe&amp;rsquo;d only had to run across the road to his apartment door.Relieving himself of his satchel, he threw it down to one side andst..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avoria/528339/</link>
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			<title>Little Black Raincloud</title>
			<description>						The first day of Novemberbrought with it a fuss of damp, browning leaves that fluttered aroundthe college grounds. All through the day there hovered ponderousclouds, rain occasionally dripping from their seams as the windlicked their bursting sides. Students, whos..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avoria/527191/</link>
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			<title>Ships in the Night</title>
			<description>						It was dark.It was so dark, in fact,that while Clare lay awake, trying to make unfathomable shapes out ofthe shadows in her room, she found herself wondering if it wasanywhere near dawn. With a creaking sigh she rolled to her side, eyesglazing over the g..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avoria/527188/</link>
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			<title>My Prying Eyes</title>
			<description>						Mr. Logan, it turned out,was a very good teacher. He was always polite to his students andready with a joke or some witty repartee to engage them with, if anywere willing. And with a young, handsome teacher at their disposal,most of the students were more than willi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avoria/527187/</link>
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			<title>A Little like Home</title>
			<description>						The afternoon&amp;rsquo;s sunbeamed down hot and warm, rays of sunshine glinting through theautumnal trees so that their branches were set alight up with reds,oranges and golds. In the heat of the day, Clare trudged her home,her satchel bouncing heavily against her le..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avoria/527186/</link>
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			<title>Life's Little Surprises</title>
			<description>						The ringing bell wassharp and clear, and more than enough to wake Clare up from herreverie. Pushing her hair from her eyes she scooped up her bag ontoher shoulder, waving goodbye to the small group of friends she leftbehind her in the sixth form common room. Annab..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avoria/527182/</link>
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			<title>Act One</title>
			<description>For some reason the hyphens in this have changed into speech quotation marks. I've tried to go through and edit them out, but if you feel I've missed one, I'd be appreciated if you told me!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avoria/527141/</link>
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			<title>Driftwood</title>
			<description>&quot;I'm not some puzzle you've got to put back together. I'm just a girl. Like skin and bones, like you.&quot; -- A quietly real, romantic story about two people whose lives begin to drift together.</description>
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