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			<title>Day 3</title>
			<description>I was at the gym again, andKristine approached me.&amp;nbsp; I was using someweight machine thingy where the user pushes and pulls, and it is supposed togive the user good arm muscles.&amp;ldquo;Hey,&amp;rdquo; greeted Kristine.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;How much are you lifting?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Twenty-five,&amp;rdqu..</description>
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			<title>Unrequited Love - or something like that</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Becky quickly twisted the dial of her combination lock back and forth and jiggled the handle until it opened with a metallic clang.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Oh, sweet locker!&amp;nbsp; How I missed you!&amp;rdquo; she thought sarcastically to herself as she shoved ..</description>
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			<title>Day 2</title>
			<description>I slept a little late and finallyrolled out of bed at six fifteen.&amp;nbsp; Ishowered and brushed my teeth and carefully applied my makeup.&amp;nbsp; My pimple had gone down slightly, so I coveredit with concealer.I looked at my hanging wall clockwhen I entered my living room.&amp;nbsp; It was seve..</description>
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			<title>Day 1</title>
			<description>I started my first day of freedomin gung ho fashion.&amp;nbsp; I got up at six, as wasmy normal routine.&amp;nbsp; I started some coffeeand sat at the computer to peruse the online job boards.&amp;nbsp; By eight o&amp;rsquo;clock, I was on my third cup ofcoffee; I was getting the starts of the caffeine jitt..</description>
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			<title>Prologue- Getting &quot;Let Go&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Theysay that when you lose your job, you go through the stages of grief, kind oflike when someone dies.&amp;nbsp; I don&amp;rsquo;t know whosays it, but someone does.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;ve heardit.&amp;nbsp; Denial, anger, bargaining,depression, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephiel1/699244/</link>
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			<title>Job Hunt Blues</title>
			<description>When Sam gets laid off from work, she has to reassess what is truly important in life.</description>
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			<title>Red on White</title>
			<description>Freddie is not a normal little boy</description>
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			<title>Red on White</title>
			<description>Freddie is not your normal boy.</description>
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			<title>Red on White</title>
			<description>Freddie is not your normal boy.</description>
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