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			<title>Oral Jellies and Gels &amp;ndash; The New Type of Erectile Dysfunction</title>
			<description>Erectiledysfunction is a situation of the body whereby the body does not react, orgives sluggish response to female sexual stimulation. This problem isrecognized by the male organ being unable to erect or sustain an erectionduring sexual performance. Some of the physical causes of dysfunctio..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hollanddacus/1616052/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2) The Mission Request</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It is now mid day, the village is almost as busy as it is during the night. Ripper wakes up in a curled position, light dappling her skin through the window. A soft knock sounds on her door and she lifts her head, still foggy with sleep. The sound comes again and she grow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hollanddacus/1519850/</link>
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			<title>The Chains That Bind Me</title>
			<description>We all have our chains, but what are you bound to?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hollanddacus/1491028/</link>
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			<title>My ABC song...</title>
			<description>I have some loyal people...but then.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hollanddacus/1491003/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1) What if....</title>
			<description>The shadows flicker under the branches of ancient trees and the whispering breeze makes the bent light seem alive. Subtle rustling sounds from a large bush and a figure dashes out from its cover and jumps into a near tree. The figure leaps from limb to limb, making progress towards an unseen target...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hollanddacus/1490991/</link>
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			<title>A Ripped Soul</title>
			<description>This is a newer story...I actually started it today. It's about one of my newest OCs, Ripper.</description>
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