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		<description>The original writings of author Yours Truly</description>
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			<title>Moore To Love</title>
			<description>There is something wrong with Mr. Faux. </description>
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			<title>The Vents </title>
			<description>What really lies beneath the floorboards? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/585644/</link>
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			<title>Blacksmith's Chain</title>
			<description>Do your work without shortcuts. It may save lives. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/585127/</link>
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			<title>What Could of Happened? </title>
			<description>Do you ever ask yourself what could of happened in a different life? 
I tried doing two different point of views/lives into one with the same characters. The crossed out words = evil. The red = good.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/583635/</link>
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			<title>Dog Eat Dog World </title>
			<description>Man's best friend has a secret. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/583290/</link>
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			<title>Day 9</title>
			<description> My rok is missong... there is a hole in the glas strip of the dor and i had topick shards of glass out of my feet thes morning Ohh I am no longur hungry...hahaha The monsters are gone!&amp;nbsp; Thay were watching me frumthe othar ruum, so i cut their eyes out... and i think i eat the rest of t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582327/</link>
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			<title>Day 8ight</title>
			<description>I am sick of those monsters watching me... i&amp;rsquo;m not afrade of them.. They try toscare me with their guns.. Semthing tells me that semthing is wrung with me iam so hungry i could ate a man... or i mean i could eat a horse. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582325/</link>
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			<title>Day Seven</title>
			<description>I am scared... I am terrefyingly hungry I ran out of doses yesterday...my stomach almost feels like its going to eat itself... one nutrient dose issuppose to last the average man one day... what is wrong with me? The skinaround my nek and shoulders is now infected. I am scared for what t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582323/</link>
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			<title>Day 6</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;On the six day God created man.&amp;rdquo; My flesh is being eroded away like its being devoured by invisible parasites.In some places you can actually see bone. It started this morning at my feet.The pain was unbearable so I took off my boots. With every hour it was as ifthe invisi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582320/</link>
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			<title>Day 5ive</title>
			<description>Pain. I am not sure what is happening to me but all I feel or know is pain.Extravagant pain and nothing else. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand even if I wanted to. All myjoints in my body hurt and I clench my teeth as I barely have enough strengthto type this out. I have noticed that a bone is pur..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582318/</link>
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			<title>Day 4our</title>
			<description>DearGod, I&amp;rsquo;ve been asleep for nearly 24 hours. When I got up to stand my bonesached in severe pain. Is it just me or is the room not as dark? It has to be mebecause there is no one else here. Hunched over, I walked to the double doors.They were still locked. I sit here with my back..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582314/</link>
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			<title>Day Th3re</title>
			<description>Now I know how to scream... not just out of fear but out of survival. A bloodcurling murderous scream erupted from the depths of my lungs and out my lips asone of those monsters attacked me. I swung the rock into its face and I heard achilling bone crushing sound. It was dark, I couldn&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582311/</link>
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			<title>Day Two</title>
			<description>I take it back... the savage shrieks these monsters make are not unbearable...the blood curing screams by our own soldiers who are being massacred by thesecreatures: that&amp;rsquo;s unbearable. We still are not sure what they are&quot; its dark inhere and we are being hunted like animals. We also ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582306/</link>
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			<title>Day 1ne</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have captured an underground bunker used in World WarIII. God, how I wish this was World War III. Einstein said in the next global war we would be using weapons of unimaginable power, but any combat after that would be waged using sticks and stones. I thought of this when..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582295/</link>
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			<title>War After Armageddon</title>
			<description>All we have to go on is what this soldier left for us. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582292/</link>
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			<title>Invincible</title>
			<description>To much drinking can be damaging to your health.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StinaR/582243/</link>
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			<title>Future Penance</title>
			<description>Sometimes future knowledge knows best. 

Excerpt from &quot;Diaries of the Crazies&quot;
Yours Truly, </description>
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