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			<title>Under The Night Sky</title>
			<description>Thousands of stars generously sparkled on the darknight sky. Some were barely flickering and the rest were gracefully shiningbright as if they were trying to fill the void, because the moon is nowhere tobe seen. Under these stars, countless of stories had been shared, countless ofmemories ha..</description>
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			<title>Millie's Little Bedroom</title>
			<description>For Millie, her bedroomis a safe haven, nothing bad is going to get through its protective walls and smallwindow. There&amp;rsquo;s no other place where she could feel safe the most than her ownbedroom, a simple and small bedroom big enough for a little girl like Millie tomove around and sitting..</description>
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			<title>A Lingering Tradegy</title>
			<description>The past always has the way of sneaking up on you. No matter how hard you try to keep it off your mind, to leave it all behind, somehow it always find its way back. It follows your every step, gnawing at your heel. It has been a year since my son's death, also around the same time the nightmare star..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anakbabehgue/1877831/</link>
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			<title>Happy Birthday</title>
			<description>	Tonight is the night where my parents hold a party in our house to celebrate my 18th&amp;nbsp;birthday. I don&amp;rsquo;t really feel the need for it though, after all for me age is just a number and it would keep adding up years after years until it&amp;rsquo;s time to stop. But that&amp;rsquo;s okay; I could see..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anakbabehgue/1835419/</link>
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			<title>The Pent-up Girl</title>
			<description>A long time ago there was a young and pretty girl. She was raised in a wealthy family, sheltered under the roof of a big manor. Yet her life was not a happy one.She lived under a total control of his father. She was engaged to marry the son of his father's business partner since she was ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anakbabehgue/1795119/</link>
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			<title>The Realm of Subconsious Illusions</title>
			<description>A Guy finds himself in a peculiar place</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anakbabehgue/1795084/</link>
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			<title>The Static</title>
			<description>A Guy received a mysterious phone call in his apartment </description>
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