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			<title>Fanged Wounds~ Short Stories</title>
			<description>Short Stories for Fanged Wounds That go from past present to future.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwkwardTurtleaf/1935612/</link>
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			<title>Ch3~ The Snake, and The Rabbit.</title>
			<description>&quot;You sure you want to work so late?&quot; I questioned Michael as I stood in front of the counter, while he moved back and forth between some boxes, and the display case. Seemed that the tattoo parlor wasn't the only store that had to do inventory. &quot;I really have no choice honestly, I have to finish putt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwkwardTurtleaf/1934658/</link>
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			<title>Ch2: a Rabbit remembers</title>
			<description>&quot;Kain!&quot; I shouted banging on the door on the porch of a white 2 bedroom house, still having my arms wrapped around my chest to hide the obvious lack of clothes on, while Michael just itched his ear without a care. &quot;Maybe he is already at the tattoo Parlor waiting for you..&quot; Michael softly yawned. &quot;N..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwkwardTurtleaf/1907746/</link>
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			<title>Ch1: Rabbits can bite...or Swing</title>
			<description>OneYear Later&amp;nbsp;The sunpeeked through a single window of my bedroom, marking the beginning of the dayas it woke me slightly from my bed. I groaned softly pulling my sheet over myhead slightly to block the rays looking over at the clock on the floor thatdisplayed 6:58. I had 2 mi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwkwardTurtleaf/1906618/</link>
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			<title>Prologue: The End, and the Beginning</title>
			<description>Adriana was content with living for her family's need, but when a wolf masked man saved her from death, her eyes opened up for the first time of her horrid life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwkwardTurtleaf/1905568/</link>
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			<title>Fanged Wounds</title>
			<description>16-year-old Adriana moved through life without questioning anything, until a bad run-in with a gang, almost took her life, if not for a wolf-masked man, On that day she questioned everything.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwkwardTurtleaf/1905549/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PrologueEveryone had their own idea of how the world would end. Nuclear war, explotions, Aliens, yada yada, and everyone had their own idea of what the Post-Apocolypse would look like, but no one ever mentioned the Post-Post-Apocolypse. Or if they did, no one cared to hear them out. Well let me tell..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwkwardTurtleaf/1677913/</link>
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			<title>Wired Bond</title>
			<description>16 year old Benna has turn the age to select her own perfect Android Boyfriend! But she has no interest in it. Will she fall for the android? Or will a human capture her heart in the end?</description>
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