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			<title>The Maid</title>
			<description>It's the last couple paragraph of a horror story I've been working on. I'll post the rest of the story after. Let me know how the ending is!

It's meant to be a story like &quot;Horrorwitz Horrors&quot;.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kimmay/920696/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s been a week since that game. Maybe more. I haven&amp;rsquo;t beenkeeping track, really. Basically, we lost the tournament thanks to Emily. Itwas the last point of the second game. We lost the first. It was our last hope,and Emily missed a tip. I was and still am pissed. Winning a vo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kimmay/822705/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Twenty-five to seven&amp;rdquo;That&amp;rsquo;s all I say to my mom as I sit madly in the car.&amp;ldquo;Twenty-five to seven&amp;rdquo;There is a silence that is softly followed by my mom&amp;rsquo;sreassuring voice that doesn&amp;rsquo;t reassure me anymore.&amp;ldquo;You guys played well. You pl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kimmay/819652/</link>
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			<title>Somewhere Only We Know</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kimmay/819610/</link>
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			<title>People</title>
			<description>There are always those people that make you angry.Sometimes, there is literally nothing you can do about it.You have to let life take it's course.Sure, you're going to blow off at some people, but you will always find a way back to the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; person you reall..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kimmay/782853/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Kira walked through the hallway of her house. Well, actually, it was her uncle's house. She was pretty much forced to live with him. When she was very young, her parents had died in their Dream-Life. She only knew the one home her uncle lived in. She never really saw him, anyway. He was always talki..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kimmay/726251/</link>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>Just stuff you should know before reading.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kimmay/714547/</link>
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			<title>Dream-Life</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kimmay/714532/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Mosspaw woke up abruptly when something hit her in the side. &quot;Snakepaw!&quot; she grumbled. &quot;Stop kicking me.&quot; The tom blinked his eyes open and squinted in the light coming from the front of the Apprentices' den. &quot;Wahuh?&quot; he murmured as he turned around. Soon Mosspaw heard light snoring. Shaking her hea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kimmay/686470/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 - The Sewers</title>
			<description>Kyra woke up and immediately felt pain in her ankle. She winced in pain as she tried to stand up. Looking around in the dim lighting, she noticed that she was in a sewer tunnel. Her backpack was soaked in murky water and her clothes were plastered to her body. Twisting around, Kyra tried to reach in..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kimmay/674951/</link>
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