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			<title>Scared</title>
			<description>If there is safety nestled in the curves of your elbows,
Pull me in and smother me against the line traced down your chest.
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			<title>Chapter 5:  Therapy Session 2</title>
			<description> &amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s your worst fear?&amp;rdquo; I asked him.
            &amp;ldquo;Letting people down,&amp;rdquo; he said.  &amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s yours?&amp;rdquo; he asked.
            &amp;ldquo;Being alone.&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<title>Guestroom</title>
			<description>I sobbed as I fell against Sam and held her body to mine, feeling her shake with the pain of losing him.</description>
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			<title>Whispers</title>
			<description>But you sleep; you always sleep--
I hold you and whisper:</description>
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			<title>Love (Raw)</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Maybe it&amp;rsquo;ll scar,&amp;rdquo; he says
as we laze, (naked), on my bedroom floor,</description>
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			<title>Secret</title>
			<description>But now it is dark:  7:37 exactly,
And we decide to put our clothes back on.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description> Immediately, he appeared, just as he had been when he left, and my eyes quickly flitted open, making the image dissipate, but the twisting feeling in my stomach stayed. </description>
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			<title>Chapter 3:  Therapy Session 1</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;So explain to me why you&amp;rsquo;re here today,&amp;rdquo; Rita Spencer, my new therapist, asked me after a few moments of awkwardly staring at each other after I got settled on the couch.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>	That night, Abbey and her boyfriend celebrated her graduation with four gigantic bottles of strawberry Andre champagne and a large bottle of patron.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	I didn&amp;rsquo;t go to graduation.  Said f**k it, it&amp;rsquo;s too early, and went back to sleep.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hold_on_lover/650076/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>This novel deals with post-college graduate apathy and lack of direction.  Nora is a recent college grad dealing with loss and depression as she tries to figure out what to do with her life.</description>
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