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		<description>The original writings of author Kain Delo</description>
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			<title>Muffin Strangers</title>
			<description>She's been having a bad day and he's been spending too much time at the Cheese. On the day her admission letter came, they happened to meet over a cup of coffee and a chocolate muffin.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1505640/</link>
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			<title>The Windowsill</title>
			<description>Two weeks after their fight, Blake finds her MIA boyfriend, who was supposed to be at Art Camp with Vanessa Keynes, outside her house with his guitar beside him and his pride was nowhere to be seen.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1489348/</link>
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			<title>Beardly Knocks</title>
			<description>As we finished up lunch, which I made Markus pay for withoutdelay, we were suddenly running back to school with lost finesse from all thesugar compacted into our figures. Hurrying to get to the next class that wewere going to be late for in... six minutes. Gah. I blame Lurky for all ofthis. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1465369/</link>
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			<title>British Moondust</title>
			<description>I chasedMarkus until he stopped in front of this quaint-looking restaurant the lookeddeserted. It looked more like a British cottage surrounded by a white picketfence with tables and a storefront, really. The front had an arched trellissupporting climbing white with purple bordered&amp;nbsp;dian..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1462778/</link>
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			<title>No Homo</title>
			<description>The classroom seemed too far away and the warning bell onlyrings if we have a minute left to get to class apparently because when we getthere, Miss&amp;nbsp;Ribe&amp;nbsp;was sitting seductively on her deskwith her legs crossed like a stripper on a pole and looking at us like we wereexpired meat...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1460771/</link>
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			<title>Coffee Mug</title>
			<description>A cute story about a couple's first date.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1459743/</link>
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			<title>Somewhat Attractive</title>
			<description>I push Will away from me, all flustered like I just did the doand turned to face Markus.&amp;nbsp;&quot;H-hey there,&amp;nbsp;Lurky! I-it's not what you think.W-Will was hiding from another Marvin. Right Will?&quot; I turned to thechicken puss in question and the b*****d looked like he would during a calculus..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1459687/</link>
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			<title>Fortune Cookie Monday</title>
			<description>A note. That was all it took to change our fate. And all I had to do was eat at Wong's.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1458632/</link>
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			<title>Blood Orange Day</title>
			<description>The blaring sounds of &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not your Boyfriend, Baby&amp;rdquo; of&amp;nbsp;3OH!3 blared from my phone dockstarted to play and as usual, by the chorus, my eyes fluttered open and staredat the ceiling to gather my bearings while the song played, as was tradition.Fifteen minutes after, I wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1458597/</link>
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			<title>Marvin Troupe</title>
			<description>&quot;Alright, Ramirez. Spill. Why don't you want yourfriends to know what you look like?&quot; Markus asked as we walked out thelibrary.Why does he have to catch on fast? &quot;It's none of yourbusiness.&quot;I snapped back. Geez, is silence not an obvious gesture ofdiscomfort in this country?&quot;Fine, I'..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1458594/</link>
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			<title>Library Call</title>
			<description>Two seconds before classes ended, I started to stare at Markus.He seemed so silent; I've been thinking that he might be mute the whole class.Well that's a first. I smile, remembering how there was no one like that backat my old school. Or the schools before that...When the bell did ring, I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1458423/</link>
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			<title>Meet Chris</title>
			<description>&quot;Alright, we all know how irresponsible you studentsare.&quot; I smiled. This Miss Ribe seems like a pretty cool woman.&amp;nbsp;Getyourself together, Chris. Open the damn door.&quot;Which is why I would like you all to-&quot; It's nowor never. My fingers grasped the door and turned the knob.&quot;Who's this?&quot; Miss R..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1458422/</link>
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			<title>Chris Ramirez: Teenage Crazy</title>
			<description>Chris is the average Filipino teenager living the American Dream with her Aunt Shelley in their suburban home. So of course, everything is normal. Well, except for her Home Ec teacher and Jason!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1458420/</link>
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			<title>The Collection of Exam Haikus for Students</title>
			<description>A bunch of Haikus I wrote during the exams because my proctor wouldn't let me leave earlier than everyone else.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1458409/</link>
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			<title>Ilong-Ilong</title>
			<description>A humorous poem my English teacher had us make for a brochure about the city I live in. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1458292/</link>
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			<title>Larong Sunog</title>
			<description>A 100-ish lined, free-versed, Filipino poem about my life so far, that my teacher had us make.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/louiedeweirdo/1458290/</link>
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			<title>Patrike</title>
			<description>Paige is an absolute idiot.
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