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		<description>The original writings of author Smith Courtney </description>
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			<title>Gentle Love - Too late</title>
			<description>&lt;/3 &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/734371/</link>
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			<title>Emotional Rollercoaster</title>
			<description>something short and simple. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/734363/</link>
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			<title>Unknown</title>
			<description>this is about my ex boyfriend who cheated and lied to me for the whole year we were together. hes so lovely &lt;3 </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/679927/</link>
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			<title>Observing </title>
			<description>Longer chapter. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/679833/</link>
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			<title>Peices </title>
			<description>The news had hit me like a fast train. I was the railroad. It had run me over and left me behind to fade away to just a distant memory. I didn&amp;rsquo;t believe it at first. I got a text saying &amp;ldquo;I need to talk to you&amp;rdquo; I knew that never ended up good . a knot formed in my stomach that just ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/679824/</link>
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			<title>Road to desperation </title>
			<description>The very first day of school , there was no drama. No girls spreading rumors, or anything like that. Everyone was nice to each other and no one was holding any grudges. Into the week, life was taking it&amp;rsquo;s course and everyone formed into their groups. Banning people from &amp;lsquo;their&amp;rsquo; lun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/679820/</link>
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			<title>The start of something new? </title>
			<description>the beginning of seventh grade </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/679818/</link>
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			<title>Then you came along.. </title>
			<description>School finally ended on an ok note. Our football team was basically undefeated which I am still proud of them for. I passed all classes with flying colors rumors had died down a little bit and I was doing better. Summer was amazing. I went swimming every day and got a great tan like I always do. I h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/679817/</link>
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			<title>You win </title>
			<description>I had given up on being &amp;ldquo;perfect&amp;rdquo; I was beginning to realize that no one can attain perfection. I looked in the mirror and decided that everything wasn&amp;rsquo;t about me, and I wanted to make others happy as well. Help people. I really wanted to help people, and I wanted to dance. Get bac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/679810/</link>
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			<title>And it spread like wildfire </title>
			<description>This is what became of the rumors about me </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/679809/</link>
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			<title>A fresh Start </title>
			<description>Ah, what I would give to be there again. I loved it. Every minute of it. I had a rough family life at home but somehow, school seemed to make up for it. I was a cheerleader and I loved the sport. Always in the front in the routines. I loved cheering for all of my friends seeing as I was such a tombo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/678514/</link>
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			<title>What I see</title>
			<description>Do you see what I see&amp;gt;An open feild staring back at meA world full of people to take you by surpriseIs this what you see before your eyes?&amp;nbsp;Do you see what I see?This cold and decieveing place standing before meThe pulling and tugging of my emotionsYour tears filling up the ma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/678512/</link>
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			<title>Nothing but a glare </title>
			<description>An oldie </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/677129/</link>
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			<title>Just like High school </title>
			<description>Every school has the jocks. They all have the popular crowd, along with the emos. You can find the deperste wannabes on every corner you turn, whereas the nerds stay confined to the library. My point being, every school is crawling with cliques. Most people are begging to fit into certain ones as we..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676194/</link>
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			<title>Take your pick </title>
			<description>My middle school journey. Revealed. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676189/</link>
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			<title>I am Jane </title>
			<description>I used to know a girl named Jane.. she had blonde hair, and brown eyes. She was an amazing cheerleader and dancer and she though she had it all. Jane has been through rough times.. and gotten out of them to only be stuck in them again.. She's learned many things along her journey, and has yet to dec..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676157/</link>
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			<title>Explanation </title>
			<description>Now no good story would be complete without a happy ending. In this case, there isn't one. Not yet anyways. Jane soon became fed up with starving herself to death and realized that it wasn't fixing anything or making anything easier.. so she eventually stopped. She really did want to die. Want to le..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676155/</link>
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			<title>Too Thin to Function </title>
			<description>With oppurtunity comes great responsibility. Jane was quickly realizing what this meant. After &quot;realizing&quot; that she was the &quot;problem&quot; here, she decided on something. She would sculpt herself into the perfect barbie doll. It would benefit everyone, she thought. She would be making everyone happy and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676154/</link>
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			<title>Pointing Fingers</title>
			<description>After few days, Jane began to become worried. How long was this going to carry on? How long would her mother be gone? She wanted her back now. Now. What exactly was taking so long? What were they doing with her? Jane had asked her father to see her mother time and time again, but he claimed that she..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676153/</link>
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			<title>Searching</title>
			<description>Jane was searching. Searching for answers. For an explanation, she was searching for the silver lining in this situation. She cursed the dark cloud that followed her around. Raining on her and reminding her everywhere she went, of the situation she was stuck in. When she was younger, she was always ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676151/</link>
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			<title>If Walls Could Talk </title>
			<description>Jane and her father walked through the front doors of the hospital to visit her mother. The electric doors opened right before them, inviting them to join in on their misery. &quot;If walls could talk.&quot;, Jane said under her breath. She smiled to herself when she saw the smirk her father wore from her wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676150/</link>
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			<title>Slow Motion </title>
			<description>As Jane walked into school the next day, she went over in her head what had happened the previous day. Scattered memories of her mother's pained expression through her own bloodshot eyes came through.It had almost seemed as if her mother was a fragile peice of glass, or a delicate flower, breaking. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676149/</link>
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			<title>Damaged</title>
			<description>Jane was scared. She had never seen tears hit the floor so hard, with such passion. Granted, she had never seen her own father cry. She was confused. &quot;What&amp;rsquo;s wrong?&quot;, she thought. It is predictable what would be running through any average kid's mind; What did I do? My report card came in.. Di..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676148/</link>
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			<title>Meet Jane </title>
			<description>I used to know a girl. She was your typical 10 year old. Blonde hair, brown eyes. A dancer her whole life. People got along with her and liked her. She was that girl that everyone talked about just because they liked her so much. Very family- oriented. She was extremely close to her older brother an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676147/</link>
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			<title>Jane's Story </title>
			<description>This is about a 5th grade girl who is going through some hard times with her mother and she doesn't know exactly what to do, so she turns to temptations of the world. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Smith/676146/</link>
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