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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>(Oliver's POV)There she was again. Standing at her locker. Her fingers lingering along the spines of her binders, her eyes sparkling with life every time she laughed with her friends. Oliver sighed and pressed his back against the brick wall. This was his daily ritual. He watched Quinn Saunders ever..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelsie/703946/</link>
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			<title>Scream</title>
			<description>Quinn&amp;rsquo;s POV&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Oh, my god, no way!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Codey snatched the flats from Quinn&amp;rsquo;s dresser. &amp;ldquo;Do you seriously wear these?!&amp;rdquo; The silver sparkly flats dangled from his hands by the bow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, I do!&amp;rdquo; Quinn yanked them from his hands. &amp;ldq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelsie/534509/</link>
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			<title>Hunt</title>
			<description>(Oliver&amp;rsquo;s POV)&amp;nbsp;Nightfall came slower then he wanted it to. He has been pacing the area of his room for an hour solid. The monster inside was gnawing at him, like it was eating him from the inside out. He ripped the key from his neck and reached back to unlock his mask. The restrains p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelsie/533044/</link>
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			<title>three words</title>
			<description>keep it like a secret,in your throat,not in open.&amp;nbsp;words you'll never say,neverhear,never share.&amp;nbsp;emotions,keep silent.sharing,out of question.&amp;nbsp;love,is not for public.not everyone.only for you.&amp;nbsp;i love you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelsie/531670/</link>
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			<title>Hallways.</title>
			<description>(Quinn&amp;rsquo;s POV)&amp;nbsp;Tap, tap, tap, tap.&amp;nbsp;Quinn&amp;rsquo;s flats made&amp;nbsp;a steady beat as she made her way down Vermont High&amp;rsquo;s hallways. Her step always had a spring in it, and this caused her blonde curls to bounce happily on her shoulders and back. Her lips were turned into th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelsie/531480/</link>
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			<title>Attack. Attack.</title>
			<description>(Oliver&amp;rsquo;s POV)&amp;nbsp;Oliver could feel his ratty converse sinking into the forest&amp;rsquo;s moss-covered floor. His breathing was laboured now, from the 15 minutes he had been sprinting. What has started as the late night stroll through the woods had turned out to be some much more.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelsie/531442/</link>
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			<title>Cannibal</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelsie/531407/</link>
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