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		<description>The original writings of author Travis</description>
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			<title>Angela's Perspective</title>
			<description>This is the other side to Beck's Perspective. Something I hope to develop even further in the coming years.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1862559/</link>
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			<title>Beck's Perspective</title>
			<description>This is the start of a book I've been wanting to write for a while now. I just had no idea how to put it into words. And I really hope you like it. I will be working on other character's perspectives.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1859078/</link>
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			<title>One Last Night</title>
			<description>One Last Night&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sneaking past the&amp;nbsp;chain-link&amp;nbsp;fence.&amp;nbsp;Stopping behind the dirty orange machine, and onto the cliff.&amp;nbsp;Waves crashing into jagged, rocky walls of stone,&amp;nbsp;barnacles, and&amp;nbsp;a plethora of&amp;nbsp;sea life.&amp;nbsp;Sounding with a loud&amp;nbsp;smack.&amp;nbsp;Wea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1859067/</link>
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			<title>Frankenstein's Characters</title>
			<description>Frankenstein's&amp;nbsp;Characters&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Ugh, I wish you told me you weren't planning to go to that party, I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have volunteered if you did.&quot; My mom complained, she was practically a teenager in an adults body.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;No, mom, the whole point that I didn&amp;rsquo;t go was&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1859059/</link>
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			<title>Story Starter</title>
			<description>Story Starter&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;It was a dark, wet alley in the very armpit of Brooklyn. And here I was, minding my own business, patrolling again this week. The dark clouds smothered sun, and was finally going down for the count. I was ready for anything to pop out of this city by now, even that Da..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1859057/</link>
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			<title>The Health Project</title>
			<description>The Health Project&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She opened her desk to find a baby, the fake one she had to care for in Health class. It was so creepy, open mouth,&amp;nbsp;black eyes, and the laughing and crying was all too realistic. &quot;Why couldn&amp;rsquo;t we just do the egg like in the shows?&quot; She asked herself,&amp;nbsp;sho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1859052/</link>
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			<title>The Approach</title>
			<description>The Approach&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When the final tornado has calmed, as did the populous that inhabited the planet earth. The&amp;nbsp;apocalypse&amp;nbsp;had finally ended, years of unending disasters and it ends like that, a wisp of wind fleeting into the sky. People rejoice, mothers cry, as do the fathers, t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1859051/</link>
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			<title>Irony</title>
			<description>Irony&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I see Harmony Middle school&amp;nbsp;As I did when I first entered,&amp;nbsp;Ironic.&amp;nbsp;Like a Rust-Oleum can corroded&amp;nbsp;through.&amp;nbsp;Anything but what the name provides&amp;nbsp;To the mind&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Walls looking for entertainment through the students,&amp;nbsp;Like&amp;nbsp;a reality TV..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1859043/</link>
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			<title>Sanctuary</title>
			<description>Bookshelves&amp;nbsp;dark like night, sans the stars&amp;nbsp;Lined with color after color&amp;nbsp;Story after story&amp;nbsp;Bright red beanbag&amp;nbsp;Caved in from late night reads&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maroon sheets mask&amp;nbsp;the mattress&amp;nbsp;Littered with stack after stack&amp;nbsp;Story after story&amp;nbsp;Nightstand filled wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1859041/</link>
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			<title>Time Capusle</title>
			<description>	The first time he laid eyes on her the world seemed to stop,not freeze where everyone stopped moving. No, people just seemed to stop aging,the world was forever locked in that moment for those two, like a time capsule.She had said it was the same for her, and they were happy. They didn&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1808086/</link>
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			<title>Her </title>
			<description>Something deeper that I wrote out, trying it out, meant to be read as a slam poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaperMarsupial/1807820/</link>
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