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			<title>Four: &quot;Something not completely black&quot;</title>
			<description>The next few days were a whirwind of deep, troubled sleep, waking up gasping for air, shaking and covered in cold sweat, and exhaustion.Every time he woke up he found himself in the same small room with Sophie by his side. She dabbed his forehead with wet cloth and whispered soothing things to him. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxiBelamie/1588427/</link>
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			<title>Three: &quot;Sophie&quot;</title>
			<description>Nomak is here. He is angry. He stomps down the rusty stairs, his heavy boots echoing in the small room. He is so tall that his head is almost touching the basement's low ceiling. - Well, well... - he drawls wickedly as he looks around the room, tapping the black widow on his palm- What do we got her..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxiBelamie/1582538/</link>
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			<title>Saving</title>
			<description>That day when I walked into the flat, I was greeted with loud music blasting from the TV and very sulking Michael.He was sitting in the old lounge chair that faced the window, with arms crossed over his chest, lips pressed together firmly and brow drawn into tight frown. He glanced at me when he hea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxiBelamie/1579434/</link>
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			<title>Two: &quot;No one&quot;</title>
			<description>Through the thick black wail of numbness, he heard muffled voices and footsteps.- Boy, between 14 and 16, found in an industrial zone.. - one stern voice spoke rapidly- Unconscious. Pulse weak and dropping. Lost a lot of blood. Both forearms broken. Both hands crushed. Left leg broken, right one inj..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxiBelamie/1577723/</link>
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			<title>One: &quot;Soleil&quot;</title>
			<description>The sun came up, and I didn't feel like dying anymore...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxiBelamie/1570717/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&quot;This is the end,&quot; the broken boy thinks.&amp;nbsp;Darkness. Smell of gasoline and metallic taste of blood. And pain... He can't even cry any more. He can't beg, nor plead. He can't scream, nor trash around to get away from his tormentors. He can't move. His head bounces lightly with the movement of t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxiBelamie/1570700/</link>
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			<title>Gabriel </title>
			<description> A story about little boy who was kidnapped, sold, tortured, ruined and left to die like a stray dog... He only survived because one girl found him...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxiBelamie/1570694/</link>
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