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Sorry I'm such an amateur, guys. D: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Samantha-%28%3A/669554/ Just this little story I had to write for a creative writing class. I'd love to expand on it for a novel project, but am a bit stuck. Ideas are much appreciated! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Samantha-%28%3A/669276/