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			<title>Battle of the Wills.</title>
			<description>Classic me and my dad.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/711611/</link>
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			<title>22</title>
			<description>Sam glanced around the gorgeous architecture before stepping into her room. She looked around and plopped her bag on the floor and headed for the bathroom. Her brothers were eating at the dinning room, but Sam had quickly become bored with their adult conversation. She opened the door to the bathroo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/711265/</link>
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			<title>Fluffy</title>
			<description>To a certain dog named Fluffy... Ha ha... Muahahahahahahahaha!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/711241/</link>
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			<title>Who Watches the Watchmen?</title>
			<description>For a contest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/710078/</link>
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			<title>Obsolete</title>
			<description>oneword.com</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/709433/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5 ~ Who are you?</title>
			<description>Who are they??? lol</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/709378/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4 ~ Attack</title>
			<description>:O</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/709376/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 21 ~ Marko-Polo</title>
			<description>Sam held the letter in her trembling hand. She held back her tears until she read &quot;rise from the grave and beat him senseless.&quot;. That was so much her father. She felt the tears rise. They fell but she continued reading. She was alone. In the dinning room of the hotel. After &quot;Your Father, Jackson Gre..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 20 ~ The Letter.</title>
			<description>Dear Samantha,If you are reading this it's because I'm dead and he's after you and your brothers. I suppose I should explain who the 'he' is. His name is Bruce Wakely.But before I get into that I have to tell you something. I love you. You are my jewel and my light. You're beautiful Samantha, never ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/708809/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 19 ~ Mr. Military Man. </title>
			<description> Sam looked herself over on the mirror. She had forgotten to pack makeup in the rush, so she looked very... &quot;natural&quot;. Tom and her father had always told her that she didn't need it but she never believed them. They were guys, what did they know? But she shrugged, if she'd had it she probably wouldn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/708285/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 18 - Rudely awakened.</title>
			<description>The fun of big brothers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/708194/</link>
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			<title>18</title>
			<description>A girl sits alone. She feels like she's watching all the world pass her by. Everyone's life seems to be getting better... Or even worse. While hers appears to play in slow motion. She watches people advance, she watches them move on. She feels like... She's sitting on a park bench. Watching children..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/707388/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 17 ~ Tears and More Tears.</title>
			<description>Sam sat on the edge of the bed. She was focused on her breathing. In and out. In and out. She closed her eyes and squeezed her clasped hands. The image of her father burning still haunted her but she wouldn't allow herself to focus on it. Jed sat beside her. She listened to his breathing and felt co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/707383/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 16 ~ Fright.</title>
			<description>&quot;You will pay for taking me from my family!&quot; A hysterical voice screamed from behind her.She ran, her heart pounding. But suddenly a hole appeared before her. She fell in. She groaned and stood looking around. All was black. She couldn't see a think. Then her father appeared. She stared. &quot;Dad?&quot;He sm..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/707049/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 15 ~ Jail.</title>
			<description>Sam sat in the room on the bed. She felt like she was in jail. A nice cell, but a prison none the less. Sam fell back onto the bed, &quot;Well this sucks.&quot;Jed nodded. &quot;Yeah...&quot;It was just the two of them in the room. Arthur was going to be staying with them until her brothers and Jed's parent's arrived. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/707031/</link>
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			<title>I Think I Might've Died and Gone to Hell.</title>
			<description>True story. Not my best day ever.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/706725/</link>
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			<title>Determined</title>
			<description>yeah idk where this came from.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/706215/</link>
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			<title>17</title>
			<description>Reflection.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/706176/</link>
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			<title>12.5</title>
			<description>First win.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/706175/</link>
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			<title>My Dead Dove.</title>
			<description>Idk where this came from.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/706091/</link>
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			<title>16</title>
			<description>The hardest part of it all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705849/</link>
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			<title>15</title>
			<description>Happy thoughts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705847/</link>
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			<title>14</title>
			<description>Moms are great. ;]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705846/</link>
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			<title>13</title>
			<description>Fight</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705845/</link>
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			<title>12</title>
			<description>Confession</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705844/</link>
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			<title>11</title>
			<description>Lies</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705842/</link>
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			<title>10</title>
			<description>First cut.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705840/</link>
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			<title>9</title>
			<description>First move.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705837/</link>
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			<title>8</title>
			<description>First secret.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705836/</link>
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			<title>7</title>
			<description>First betrayal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705834/</link>
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			<title>6</title>
			<description>First Heartbreak.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705831/</link>
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			<title>5</title>
			<description>First Crush.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705830/</link>
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			<title>4</title>
			<description>3rd Grade.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705827/</link>
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			<title>3</title>
			<description>School.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705826/</link>
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			<title>2</title>
			<description>First contact.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705824/</link>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>The beginning.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705823/</link>
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			<title>A girl.</title>
			<description>Story of a girl throughout her life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705822/</link>
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			<title>Connected</title>
			<description>oneword.com</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/705549/</link>
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			<title>LIfe.</title>
			<description>A baby is born. It's a girl. Her father holds her and just stares at the most beautiful baby he's ever seen. This is his world now. This is his life.--A small child sits staring up at the TV. A young man and woman are kissing. She stares. Well, that's gross. She thinks. He just put his tongue in her..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/703676/</link>
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			<title>Galaxy</title>
			<description>See author's note.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/703162/</link>
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			<title>One Dark Night.</title>
			<description>I sat on my floor. Darkness surrounded me, except for a nightlight to my right. I took the scissor blade to my wrist, and pressed. Hard. I don't know what I was expecting but I was just all too surprised when I pulled the scissors up, thinking I'd failed, and saw blood pooling in the cut. I gasped. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/702428/</link>
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			<title>!</title>
			<description>Yahoo! ID &amp;amp; Email:c19961242628@yahoo.comBirthdayApril 18, 19961. Security QuestionWhat is the first name ofyour favorite uncle?My AnswerSteven2. Security QuestionWhat is the name of yourfavorite book?My AnswerThe Book ThiefPostal Code76210</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/702170/</link>
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			<title>Decision</title>
			<description>Yeah idk. It just happened.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/701911/</link>
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			<title>Abigail.</title>
			<description>lol me in a nutshell. lol I made it for a contest so... idk laugh ur heads off. lol</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/698813/</link>
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			<title>The Stranger That Saved The Girl</title>
			<description>A girl sits in her room crying. Crying over how her life is just too perfect. Crying because everyone cares on the surface but no one cares enough to see what's really going on.This girl is torn. Broken. Her heart shredded. So desperate this girl is, she tells a stranger what no one knows. She tells..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/697382/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3 ~ Lesson One</title>
			<description>Jeric gets his butt handed to him by a... 'small person'. :D</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/694992/</link>
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			<title>The Year After.</title>
			<description>Sequal to The Morning After.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/694732/</link>
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			<title>The Morning After.</title>
			<description>I stretch my arms above my head, yawning. I open my eyes and look at the ceiling. That's weird, doesn't look like my ceiling. I gasp. That's because it's not. My eyes wide I turn my head slowly to the side, and see Luke - shirtless - beside me. He's laying on his stomach, arm curled around his head...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/694616/</link>
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			<title>Suicidal.</title>
			<description>That's it. Tonight I'm doing it. I'm done with this. I think to myself as I kneel on the floor of the hallway gathering my books. Someone had tripped me, now everyone is laughing. I don't care who did it. But it's over tonight. I pick up the rest of my books and stand, coming face to face with the o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/694227/</link>
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			<title>Just Thoughts on a Memory.</title>
			<description>Memories of a little girl then thoughts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlondeOne/694181/</link>
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