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		<description>The original writings of author Jack The Rabbit</description>
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			<title>Streetlights</title>
			<description>I'm barely going to bother with this section, you know where most of my writing comes from. A mind with too much time on it's hands and too many words to tame.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/728055/</link>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>In which Rachel saves a b*****d dog from starving to death and meets Cheryl, the one responsible for the dog's near-death state. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/616671/</link>
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			<title>Sheyrl and Rachel</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/616629/</link>
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			<title>A Sneak Peek of Damien and Nicholas</title>
			<description>This is one of my favorite scenes, definitely in the top four or five. 
Damien- Main character and Nicholas' boyfriend.
Nicholas- Just got kicked out of his house.
Micheal- A good friend of Damien's.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/613003/</link>
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			<title>Those Pink Flip Flops</title>
			<description>Making a connection about people's nature via my impression of a pair of flip flops. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/611755/</link>
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			<title>The Written Man</title>
			<description>I wrote this a long time ago and someone told me it was really sad. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/611729/</link>
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			<title>Boar Skin</title>
			<description>This is disgusting. Actually, when I imagined it, I gagged a little. -shiver-</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/611695/</link>
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			<title>Damien and Nicholas</title>
			<description>A gay romance. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/611664/</link>
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			<title>A last ditched attempt.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Nicholas?!&quot; Sophie called, and even through my dormant state, I felt her panic and his shoulder shaking. With a gentle push, I nudged Nicholas' conscience aside and took over. I was already exhausted and without Nicholas' permission I had to work all the harder to stay in c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/607605/</link>
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			<title>Salilus</title>
			<description>A story about an angel named Salilus and his possessed partner Nicholas.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/607561/</link>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s Tuesday, sometime in August, and I&amp;rsquo;m in Jack&amp;rsquo;s house, the dirty slums of New York pounding at the house from the outside. There&amp;rsquo;s a party going on, I know, but I&amp;rsquo;m not here for people. I&amp;rsquo;m here for my addiction, the beast in my body t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/601421/</link>
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			<title>Callum </title>
			<description>Callum is a twenty-two year old man who is heavy into drugs. Daniel, his brother, and Sophie, Daniel's wife. Do the math. 200 characters my a*s. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/600788/</link>
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			<title>Into The Ocean </title>
			<description>One of Elizabeth's pieces revamped this memory in me and I wanted to write it while it was still fresh and realistic.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/599694/</link>
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			<title>Acid Rain</title>
			<description> This one is a bit disturbing and I'm a little worried about the hidden meaning everyone is telling me it has, but for the life of me, I don't see it. I'm kind of thick, apparently. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/599667/</link>
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			<title>I See You</title>
			<description>I don't usually do poetry, but I think the thoughts in my chest right now would best be described as such.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/596942/</link>
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			<title>Belly Shot</title>
			<description>I've always wanted to do this.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/596494/</link>
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			<title>A Night Saved By Color</title>
			<description>This is one of my little fantasies. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/592735/</link>
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			<title>Hydration </title>
			<description>I've always pictured that this is what happens when you're dehydrated and you finally get water. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/574316/</link>
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			<title>A Sudden Rage</title>
			<description>What happens in my mind when I'm angry, a rare event within its self. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/574244/</link>
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			<title>Through The Phone</title>
			<description>An impossible scenario that I would much like to experience.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/574237/</link>
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			<title>Returning To Nature</title>
			<description>This is true up to the point where I open my mouth. Worm phobia. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/573990/</link>
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			<title>As High As A Kite</title>
			<description>Another bit of imagination from the mind of yours truly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/573923/</link>
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			<title>Melting Through The Bottle</title>
			<description>A bit of imagination from the mind of yours truly. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackTheRabbit/573899/</link>
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