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		<description>The original writings of author Deco</description>
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			<title>The Architect&amp;rsquo;s Elusive Gold</title>
			<description>Chapter 2</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/2956665/</link>
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			<title>The Architect&amp;rsquo;s Elusive Gold</title>
			<description>A novel in progress. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/2956640/</link>
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			<title>The NARROW ESCAPES of FARGO LITANY </title>
			<description>There I stood awkwardly abashed, suddenly coming to a halt. I imagined my countenance appropriately availing my momentary anxiety, despite my effort of it not being so, about the consequence slyly promising its manifestation. But this only for a moment. Yes. Indeed only a moment. A creeping realizat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/2082083/</link>
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			<title>Formicidae Insecta</title>
			<description>Short story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/2043326/</link>
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			<title>More like the king</title>
			<description>Short story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/2001483/</link>
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			<title>Milo (chapter 2)</title>
			<description>This is for later.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1871191/</link>
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			<title>Milo</title>
			<description>Maybe I'll live after.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you are faint of heart, that is to say; if the gates to your soul are ever so easily flooded endemic of the plight of others (as for me I'm as timid as they come), I suggest you bind these covers as they were and leave them be. Your best bet would be to find the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1869783/</link>
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			<title>Nico Gray (Draft)</title>
			<description>Twilight sat fading rapidly just beneath the ether that evening. The warning of the day&amp;rsquo;s end and the inevitable arrival of darkness came with the pale deluge of winter. The snowfall was relentless and, driven by self-preservation, Nicholas had evaded the man at the threshold of his bedroom do..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1867773/</link>
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			<title>Nico Gray (Draft)</title>
			<description>(Crime, Noir) Introduction of a new character.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1865895/</link>
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			<title>Five centimeters per second </title>
			<description>I'am.Confined there,where I truly am.my soul,my prison,akin to the gray-walled corridors of midnight halls.There I roam,chasing shadows cast&amp;nbsp;by the dazzle&amp;nbsp;of the linoleum glow,To no avail.But with every step,&amp;nbsp;through those eyes with which we truly look upon the world,&amp;nbsp;I feel the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1857852/</link>
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			<title>stride</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I'm I too small,&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; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To own the world?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1856618/</link>
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			<title>In-spite of...</title>
			<description>My second ever, poem. I least i think that's what this is. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1856460/</link>
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			<title>The thing I done done </title>
			<description>While I'm willing to freely offer it to you, in keeping with the growing pains of consortium, all I ask in return is that you should be so inclined to allow me a moment of tutelage, if you will.That I may give you the gist of it, a bit of instruction on how it works.&amp;nbsp;Nothing will please me more..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1854543/</link>
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			<title>Immortal Technique.</title>
			<description>A tale of self deception. And Man's inclination to give in to his baser nature.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1849225/</link>
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			<title>Nico Gray (Draft)</title>
			<description>10:00am, Troy Ave.John Banovish....&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nico Gray, as he was also known, leaned against a light post on Troy Avenue, next to a phone booth, with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans on the inside of his half-zipped coat, his phantom arms flapping in the cold wind. The snowfal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1845536/</link>
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			<title>Requiem </title>
			<description>Seeing flashes of the past is only the beginning. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1844368/</link>
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			<title>Avoir le Cafard (continued...)</title>
			<description>	I must admit that&amp;nbsp;I do envy the fellow. I'm not a particularly handsome man, although&amp;nbsp;I have&amp;nbsp;yet to be referred to by the opposite term, but I can say for sure that a woman has never been so&amp;nbsp;conflicted in parting ways with me. He must be one of those men who has it, although...i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1841059/</link>
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			<title>What of?</title>
			<description>A moment of introspection.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1830829/</link>
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			<title>Avoir Le Cafard</title>
			<description>That air of&amp;hellip;avoir le cafard, of my&amp;hellip; unfurled melancholia is beginning to settle about me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1806907/</link>
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			<title>Nemesis-continued (Draft)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;7:02 pm.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Deco found Elise propped up against a mirrored dresser when she finally got to the bedroom, staring intently at the dead man lying before her, with her back towards the reflective glass and her arms crossed--pondering. For a moment there was silence, further e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1801089/</link>
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			<title>Nemesis-continued (Draft)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Deco finallystepped through the front door and stopped.&amp;nbsp;For a moment she&amp;nbsp;seemed to contemplate the factthat death was at play, that&amp;nbsp;Just up the flight of stairs she would come face toface with it, sure. &amp;nbsp;But hercontemplation came m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1795736/</link>
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			<title>Nemesis-continued (Draft)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When Elise and her companion emerged from the house, darkness had completely overcomed the day. The calmness, and clarity of the night sky seemed in stark contrast to the fact that light flakes of snow fell to the ground. They seemed to sparkle like shards of diamonds under ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1779147/</link>
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			<title>Nemesis (Draft)</title>
			<description>Two.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1731364/</link>
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			<title>Prologue (Draft)</title>
			<description>My attempt at presenting something that has formed in my head.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1731362/</link>
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			<title>The hubris, the nemesis, and the fickle. (draft)</title>
			<description>Crime, Noir.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pdgaiya/1729832/</link>
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