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		<description>The original writings of author Tinker Pete</description>
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			<title>Day One</title>
			<description>Brad had a rough night, but goes to his job interview anyway. It turns out to be stranger than the things he saw the night before while tripping on mushrooms.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeteBonkemeyer/2117608/</link>
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			<title>A Quantum Geometer's Dynamic Dream</title>
			<description>Brad needs a job. He finds one, and so much more.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeteBonkemeyer/2117607/</link>
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			<title>Blue Sky Hawk</title>
			<description>I was driving to Albuquerque on a clear winter day. Hawks patrolled the Rio Grande Valley, diving on their prey. As I passed by Kirtland AFB, a flight of F15s passed over me. The comparison followed:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeteBonkemeyer/2117573/</link>
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			<title>Flying Steel</title>
			<description>A story about friendship, water, and flying blades</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeteBonkemeyer/2117477/</link>
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			<title>Dichotomies</title>
			<description>Thoughts on the way things are right this very second</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeteBonkemeyer/2117467/</link>
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			<title>Preparations for &quot;THE END OF CIVILIZATION!&quot;</title>
			<description>The third story about Bubba and my neighborhood, disaffectionately known as Tortilla Flats.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeteBonkemeyer/2117432/</link>
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			<title>Cops and Robbers</title>
			<description>This is story #2 about my neighborhood and a pawn shop run by a guy named Bubba. It's a rough neighborhood...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeteBonkemeyer/2117430/</link>
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			<title>We Buy Souls $5</title>
			<description>I live in a rough neighborhood. I call it Tortilla Flats, a la Steinbeck. Recently, a young meth head chased his father down my street with an axe and gave him 40 whacks not 40 feet from my front door</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeteBonkemeyer/2117427/</link>
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			<title>Cowboy Boots</title>
			<description>I live in NM. Many of my friends wear cowboy boots. I never have. Here is the story why:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeteBonkemeyer/2117425/</link>
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