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		<description>The original writings of author Emma</description>
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			<title>Seven</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;No, no right on top, ya just like that.&amp;rdquo; Theo smiles atme later that day. We are in his kitchen in his large home. It is much biggerthan mine seeing as he has his wife. &amp;ldquo;No not too much.&amp;rdquo; I hold the jar he handed me minutes ago above my mealserving, shaking the..</description>
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			<title>Lines</title>
			<description>When she was youngshe would color.The bright colorslighting up the page as she did.She tried her bestto stay within the lines.But if even onthin strand of wax dared to stray From within theconfining lines, it would earn her A disapproving,you&amp;rsquo;ll do better ne..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/froven-lovely/1431934/</link>
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			<title>Six</title>
			<description>Back and forth, back and forth, the swing set in thehospital playground sooths me with its motion as I sit and rock on it. The boyon the swing next to me leaves my heart beating a mile a minute. The sky isgrowing dim and that&amp;rsquo;s what made Theo choose this spot. He was sure the lack of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/froven-lovely/1431932/</link>
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			<title>Five</title>
			<description>I tap my fingers against the railing on the bed, therhythmic sounds my nails make against the metal calms my nerves. Twenty minutesI have been waiting here, twenty minutes since they said I could go home, andtwenty minutes I have been stalling leaving. Getting dressed as slowly as I can,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/froven-lovely/1431929/</link>
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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>I scan the large room, the smell of rubber and sweatfills my nostrils as two noisy children rush by me, seeing that my old favoriteis free I start to walk toward the climbing wall. I approach the desk to signout a harness that fits me as memories of running through this room with Lukafla..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/froven-lovely/1431928/</link>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>Reality came back with a snap and I was suddenly aware ofLuka calling me back and that all the eyes in the place were on me. My faceflushed red and I hurried towards the door, past the boy who was yet to removehis lips from that creature&amp;rsquo;s, through the door and out onto the street. M..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/froven-lovely/1431927/</link>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>Yet again the bus ride assaults my senses. The ride wasincredible smooth compared to what it used to be like driving these roads. Backwhen people had private vehicles the roads were bumpy and rough and the busrides often left me with back aches and sore muscles from holding on to the bar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/froven-lovely/1431925/</link>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;And over there is where our matches will meet for thefirst time once we pair them.&amp;rdquo; Doctor Green explains to the group of studentshe leads through the institute. Leaning against the cold metal railing a floorabove them, I have a perfect view of all the little seventeen year ol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/froven-lovely/1431924/</link>
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			<title>The Innocent</title>
			<description>Short Story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/froven-lovely/1366726/</link>
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			<title>Guilt</title>
			<description>I moved in here four months ago.The building is cold and damp, but it is home.The only real problem is my neighbour.He knocks on my door when I least expect, and enters with out asking,shattering the silence with his lack of respect.The stench from his apartment, right across the hall,Leaks under th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/froven-lovely/1338433/</link>
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			<title>Matched</title>
			<description>The concept of soul mates has always been in the world. Now the tattoos that appear on your wrist when you turn eighteen will help you find your one true match. But what if you don't want to? </description>
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