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		<description>The original writings of author Michela</description>
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			<title>Port-A-Pony</title>
			<description>Iapproached a blue port-a-potty.&amp;nbsp;Apparently the vacancy sign didn&amp;rsquo;t take the horse into account.&amp;nbsp; Ordinarily I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t go near one of these,but this was an emergency.&amp;nbsp; I pulled openthe door of the handicapped stall&amp;#2013266048;&quot;they were always cleaner and lar..</description>
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			<title>Death of a Hipster</title>
			<description>Hoppingoff the L train at Bedford Avenue, he was greeted with vegan ice cream trucks,overpriced delis, and a shop full of antique mirrors.&amp;nbsp; Yoga mat in hand, Harold started down thestreet to his untimely demise.&amp;nbsp; There wasa crowd gathered around the door to the fancy hat shop j..</description>
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			<title>Cigarette's Balcony</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was23 degrees.&amp;nbsp; I was sitting on a campingchair on a balcony on the Upper East Side in a tank top.&amp;nbsp; Happy New Year.&amp;nbsp; Where was my jacket?&amp;nbsp; I left my drink inside.&amp;nbsp; I looked through the glass door a..</description>
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			<title>Flowers</title>
			<description>Thesmell of flowers filled the cramped room.&amp;nbsp;Disgusting.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;ll never understandwhy people love the scent; I can hardly stand just one.&amp;nbsp; I slipped my way through family members andfriends, huddled around each other and whispering quietly.&amp;nbsp; Each group silenced as ..</description>
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			<title>The Koala</title>
			<description>I wasbrowsing the mystery section of the library when I found the koala.&amp;nbsp; I jumped back, dropping the books I had beenholding.&amp;nbsp; I picked them up, not driftingmy gaze from the marsupial.&amp;nbsp; I took stepsbehind me, using the shelves as a guide.&amp;nbsp;At the end of the row I tu..</description>
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			<title>Misplaced Animals and Other Tales</title>
			<description>A collection of flash fiction</description>
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			<title>Right-Hand Man</title>
			<description>Franklin Delano Roosevelt</description>
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			<title>Bill to Pay</title>
			<description>Bill Clinton</description>
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			<title>George Atzerdot</title>
			<description>Abraham Lincoln</description>
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			<title>Three-Hundred and Forty Pounds</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve worked here for the long time, and I&amp;rsquo;ve always considered leaking stories to the press&amp;#2013266048;&quot;becoming that mysterious contributor, sending in letter after letter about the White House guests. &amp;nbsp;I could tell you about the senator who brought his &amp;ldquo;female companion&amp;rdq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelaryn/1456566/</link>
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			<title>Executives</title>
			<description>A collection of microfiction related to past presidents of the United States.</description>
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