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			<title>The Sweetest Aroma</title>
			<description>A fragmented fiction piece.</description>
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			<title>Numb</title>
			<description>Not sure why I act the way I do.It's probably due to the fact that I've lost him.I don't really feel anything anymore.All those things that used to mean so much, every person who has been with me so long. Don't mean more than a stranger to me. And it doesn't even phase me.Everything in my li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girardi314/1452829/</link>
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			<title>Mine</title>
			<description>Multiple times you have been taken from me without myapproval.Spinning, black, nauseating.The foreign hands touch me. No.&amp;nbsp;Face in the dirt.Dark.Dizzy. What is going on?Stop putting my head there.Swept into your arms I a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girardi314/1452827/</link>
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			<title>Dear You, After You Slept With Her</title>
			<description>Dear you, after you slept with her,Nothing can describe the feeling that courses through my veins, through my head, through my stomach.I cry and shake and puke over the fact that your body has been contaminated.&amp;nbsp;The foreign hands that layed everything on you is like poisen that I have swallowed..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girardi314/1452825/</link>
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			<title>Clockwork</title>
			<description>A flash fiction piece I wrote based off of a painting that I found.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girardi314/1452819/</link>
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			<title>Duffle Bag</title>
			<description>A fragmented story I wrote last year for a creative writing class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girardi314/1452817/</link>
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			<title>How Could You?</title>
			<description>I lost myself when the words poured from the top of her headand swallowed me whole.Drowning every inch, taking every breath.The black steel barrel and the glossy white casing in which heplaced himself has become a Kodak print in my brain.&amp;nbsp;Ho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girardi314/1452813/</link>
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			<title>Help</title>
			<description>I wrote this as I was in a confusing place in my failing relationship. I tried to put myself in my boyfriends shoes and right from his point of view and this is how it turned out.</description>
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