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			<title>Dear Friend</title>
			<description>Just a short little poem for motivation? I'm not sure. Here's to my friends who don't feel so awesome. They are (;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ehleesahT/2035250/</link>
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			<title>Desnuda</title>
			<description>Just something I tried out for &quot;The Nude Writer&quot; (:</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Chapter Three	I exhaled deeply, dropping my head onto the pillow beneath me. Nathan relaxed his body next to mine. My thoughts were racing back and forth through my mind. What did I just do? How did this happen? I'm too young for this.	&quot;You are beautiful, you know,&quot; Nathan sighed under his breath. H..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two: Losing Things at Jason's</title>
			<description>Chapter Two	I could feel myself getting more and more excited as we got closer to Jason's house. Nathan and I had sent a few texts back and forth. There was some subtle flirting, which I wasn't sure he was very aware of, but of course I hoped he was. Once we got there the boys were waiting for us ou..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: The Hangover</title>
			<description>Chapter One	I woke up on a Saturday morning feeling a little down. I struggled to sit up in bed and as I finally made my way up my head throbbed. I shook it to wake myself up, but only lost my balance and fell over onto my bed again. Confused, I turned to my alarm clock to check the time and noticed..</description>
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			<title>Search for Love</title>
			<description>A story about a 14 year old girl that hangs with the wrong crowd and gets involved with certain things a little too early in life.</description>
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