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			<title>Document 1 (Or The Failed Performance Artist) </title>
			<description>A ghost tells the story of his journey to Los Angeles and how he became a ghost. </description>
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			<title>Excerpt from a potential Novel </title>
			<description>Say, if you had just picked up a novel off of a coffee table at a friends house, and you flipped to a random page, and this was the first paragraph you read, would you be interested in continuing?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOB123/1741013/</link>
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			<title>Neer Body </title>
			<description>A reflective sci-fi short story about human nature in the face of the novelty provided by the boundless powers of emerging technology. Can technological innovations always be predicted? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOB123/1634191/</link>
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			<title>Cold Wet Socks </title>
			<description>A story told from the perspective of a boy destroying a beaver dam. </description>
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			<title>Thumbsucker</title>
			<description>Suck, suck, suck. The salty ridges. A print ofhis thumb that he knew more through taste and texture than by sight. Staring upat the stove. Mom cooking meat on a pan. She dries her hands on the wash clothtowel and when she&amp;rsquo;s done he moves in and with quiet glee..</description>
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			<title>Shred My Face Off Bro</title>
			<description>Dale's mom has been abducted by an insane man who knows the red painted electric guitar that Dale's had his eye on at the local music store. </description>
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			<title>THE WHISKEY WHISPERS TEMPTATION IN MY EAR </title>
			<description>A farm kid with a bootlegging father gets caught up in an inter dimensional brouhaha. </description>
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