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			<title>1. A New Life</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I silently dropped my books on the desk and sat.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Kat,&quot; the teacher called.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Hmm?&quot; I looked up distractedly. I was too busy day dreaming, wondering about a letter I had gotten.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Here?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Oh, yeah, here.&quot; The letter ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter V:</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I got dressed in a nightgown quickly.&amp;nbsp;My long black hair fell&amp;nbsp;loosely down my back.&amp;nbsp;&quot;You going to get it cut?&quot; Alistair asked.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Maybe...why?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;You always pull it up or brush it away.&quot;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Chapter IV: Timberlake</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;The two black ones and the two brown ones are yours. Be careful with 'em.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Thank you, Troy. We best be off.&quot;&amp;nbsp;Tyler came running back with his supplies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<title>Thirst</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I would regret this. Horribly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I stood up on my tiptoes, leaning in, and kissed him.&amp;nbsp;We were completely alone in the woods.&amp;nbsp;I leaned away. I took off my jacket, trying to get him to calm down.&amp;nbsp;I felt my teeth grow to fangs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My hands held ..</description>
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			<title>Alive</title>
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			<title>Chapter III:</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alistair held onto me tightly as we said goodbye.&amp;nbsp;The camp wasalmost out of sight until Mica ran up.&amp;nbsp;&quot;I'mcoming,&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Wha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Petra-Ashleigh/615511/</link>
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			<title>Chapter II: Gypsy </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Elizabeth,&quot; Alistair was calling my name.&amp;nbsp;I woke up. I walked outside.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The crisp air woke me up&amp;nbsp;immediately.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I got a rabbit this morning.&quot; He said.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Great,&quot; I smiled.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter I: Typical Sunday</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I stayed hidden in the shadows, listening to the shops open in the early morning.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Shopping?&quot; A quiet, familiar voice sai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Petra-Ashleigh/615480/</link>
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			<title>Characters</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Name: Elizabeth&amp;nbsp;Age: 19Height: 5'8&quot;Weight: 122 lbs (all muscle)Character: Main character, narrator, bad a*s fighter.Looks: Long black hair, beautiful gray eyes, very prettyName:&amp;nbsp;Alistair&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Age: 19Height: 6'2&quot;Weight: 165 (very, very muscled)Character: Main character, love int..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Petra-Ashleigh/615451/</link>
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			<title>The Broken Stone</title>
			<description>A journey takes a regular girl and her missing brother's best friend-the Prince-to find her brother, and the stone to help their world, before it ends as they know it.
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