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			<title>Part 5</title>
			<description>The three panting teens just stared at each other for a while trying to think of something appropriate to say. &amp;nbsp;Dean was about to ask this Zoe girl about her bruises and torn up clothing, but he didn&amp;rsquo;t get the chance. &amp;nbsp;He started, &amp;ldquo;How did you g-&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His he..</description>
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			<title>Part 4</title>
			<description>Zoe could do nothing but watch her boyfriend&amp;rsquo;s brains splatter across the ground as she scratched at the gigantic, firm arm that wrapped around her neck keeping her in place. &amp;nbsp;She wished she could unclasp the gloved hand from around her mouth so that she could let out the cries of anguish..</description>
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			<title>Part 3</title>
			<description>Victoria also ran east. &amp;nbsp;She moved slowly though, because she was wearing wedges with four inch heels. &amp;nbsp;As her class&amp;rsquo;s valedictorian she had given a farewell speech at graduation that afternoon and needed the extra height just to see over the podium. &amp;nbsp;She measured in at a compac..</description>
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			<title>Part 2</title>
			<description>This wasn&amp;rsquo;t supposed to happen them. &amp;nbsp;This wasn&amp;rsquo;t supposed to happen to kids their age. &amp;nbsp;Kids their age were supposed to be protected from terrible things like this. &amp;nbsp;Walking out of the high school they had spent the last four years of their lives, every single kid felt th..</description>
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			<title>part 1</title>
			<description>Chad Peters shot up and immediately recognized the fact that he was about to puke. &amp;nbsp;He barely had enough time to turn his head to the side and let everything out onto the dusty, dirt ground next to him. &amp;nbsp;When he finally opened his eyes, he was staring right into a puddle of his own vomit. ..</description>
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			<title>Finiteness </title>
			<description>A dying teen's final thoughts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katie2443/1630272/</link>
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			<title>Hell to Pay</title>
			<description>A brief introduction to a cold stone killer's twisted life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katie2443/1615415/</link>
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			<title>First Impressions Are Everything</title>
			<description>a short, light-hearted story about a first-date gone awry</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katie2443/1612307/</link>
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			<title>O Holy Night</title>
			<description>A delusional psychopath's short story of torture and murder disguised as a nightly &quot;midnight mass&quot; </description>
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