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			<title>8</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I watch the strange car pull into our hidden driveway. All of the people inside of the car, get out in a hurry. I let out a sigh of relief when I see it&amp;rsquo;s just my mother, John, and Rachel; but then confusion strikes me, why are they driving a different car?&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;I hurry out of..</description>
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			<title>7</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;So, do you want to know about how your great grandfather and I started dating, or do you want me to continue the original story?&amp;rdquo; My great grandmother questions.	&amp;ldquo;As interesting as the other choice sounds, I&amp;rsquo;m going to go with continuing with the original story.&amp;rdquo; I..</description>
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			<title>6</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;We get to the airport, and my mother buys tickets to Canada, instead of Alaska. I give her a confused glance and she whispers that she&amp;rsquo;ll explain on the plane.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;I wait until we board, and get the dog and baby strapped in; until I ask her to explain. &amp;lsquo;We&amp;rsquo;re land..</description>
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			<title>5</title>
			<description>	My great grandmother and her friend were only on the phone for a-little over an hour; but, it seemed like forever.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;Okay, sorry about that.&amp;rdquo; She apologizes as she sits down. &amp;ldquo;So, like I was saying, everything was normal again. Until one day, I was at school. I was sittin..</description>
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			<title>4</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;It takes around an hour to arrive at the airport. Luckily, we get there just in time. The next flight to America is in thirty minutes. We rush inside, and go to buy tickets. We somehow get the first-class ones, and hurry to board. I&amp;rsquo;m quite surprised -yet relieved- we&amp;rsquo;re allowed t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alyssaye/1854612/</link>
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			<title>3</title>
			<description>I seem to be getting more and more sucked into my great grandmother&amp;rsquo;s story; also, while wondering why she hasn&amp;rsquo;t told me about this before. I guess she thought I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be interested, but that&amp;rsquo;s far from the truth. I&amp;rsquo;m more than interested it seems. I get up and put ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alyssaye/1854288/</link>
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			<title>2</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Wait, you said you almost died, when?&amp;rdquo; I ask, confused. I didn&amp;rsquo;t hear my great grandmother mention a near-death experience. Plus, that sure was a short story.	&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m getting to that.&amp;rdquo; She replies. I nod in response.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;So,&amp;rdquo; she starts again,..</description>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I almost didn&amp;rsquo;t survive November 1942.&amp;rdquo; My great grandmother says; as we&amp;rsquo;re gathered at the dinner table.	I set my fork down. Intrigued, I look up at my great grandmother, raising my eyebrows as a signal for her to continue.&amp;nbsp;	She listens, &amp;ldquo;It was a dark, c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alyssaye/1854284/</link>
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			<title>The Winter I Almost Died</title>
			<description>While at dinner, my great grandmother breaks the silence by staring with &quot;I almost didn't survive November 1942.&quot; The, proceeds to tell me a story that happened to her in 1942. </description>
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