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			<title>Where does she get her energy?</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; I walked down the halls after gym, only to find her, locker-stalking me. I wish she would get the message!! I decided maybe it was a better idea to just skip going to my locker, or wait until she decided to move away from it. S..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kassie1265/694272/</link>
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			<title>High school, or something like it.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;As I was walking into the doors of Colonial Heights High School, I could aready tell this was going to be one hell of a ride for me. I haven't seen Colonial Heights since I was 17. Now 300 years later, I am here as if nothing had ever happened.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kassie1265/688260/</link>
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			<title>The Dream</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I dream of everlasting love. Thats why its called dreaming.&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 dream of the face of an ange..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kassie1265/677241/</link>
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			<title>Your  Words</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; Your words engulf me like a blinding light after darkness.&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..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kassie1265/664844/</link>
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			<title>The Before (epiloge)</title>
			<description>What goes on before they meet again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kassie1265/642911/</link>
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			<title>Colonial Heights</title>
			<description>Isabelle is in Colonial Heights with the most annoying preps she ever met in her life and is ready to move.And dealing with the smell of human everywhere.She is losing control.</description>
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