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		<description>The original writings of author K8lyn</description>
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			<title>The Piano Plays On</title>
			<description>Tea cups rattle, voices are raised. A slur of words, words she had never even heard before, fly across the room. Sitting in her wicker chair, white feet swinging back and forth, they suddenly stop. Yelling goes on, she looks to her lap, where her tea cup sits untouched. And a piano plays in the dist..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/971069/</link>
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			<title>A bit of blue</title>
			<description>A bit of blue. I peep through the car window, trying to find the sky, but only a tiny tid-bit is available for me to see. Blocking my view is the make-shift curtain mum has created with my brothers dark blue pillow case. The sun had been hurting my eyes and causing pains in my head, headaches mum ca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/754729/</link>
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			<title>panic attack</title>
			<description>I can hear her voice loud and clear through the phone speaker. Shes encouraging me, calming me down from the emotional high ive set myself on. The panic is still taking hold of me, I dont know how to shed it. The weight is heavy upon my chest, I can feel my lungs straining to fill with air underneat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/741994/</link>
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			<title>Twenty-Five Minutes</title>
			<description>A quarter til seven.&amp;nbsp;Twenty-Five more minutes, and he will be here.&amp;nbsp;Twenty-Five more measly minutes and it would be okay because Jackson would be here and I wont be alone anymore. He'll be here and I wont be alone and then I can leave. The hanging clock ticked away another minute, and I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/716979/</link>
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			<title>Ceiling Tiles</title>
			<description>True Story...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/712309/</link>
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			<title>Marie</title>
			<description>A real life High School Drama :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/699966/</link>
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			<title>Little Brothers</title>
			<description>True Story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/694719/</link>
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			<title>Ode to a Sandwhich</title>
			<description>The bread is crustycheesycrumblydelicious&amp;nbsp;The tomatoes are juicysquishyreddelicous&amp;nbsp;The meat is tendersmokeycooked to perfectiondelicous&amp;nbsp;The cheese is swissflavorful smokeydelicious&amp;nbsp;This is my sandwhich...I love it soThis is my sandwhich..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/694714/</link>
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			<title>the shed...</title>
			<description>NOT FINISHED- DONT REVIEW</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/692550/</link>
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			<title>The Third Place Setting</title>
			<description>A little short story I made up...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/691471/</link>
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			<title>Ellie My Elephant</title>
			<description>Gray is her color,Love is her game.Pink is her ears,Ellie is her name.&amp;nbsp;She looks up at mewith cute beady eyes,Giant feet keep her sturdyShe tells no lies.&amp;nbsp;Ive had her foreverShe is my one and only.No bear or puppy could teach me more,than my elephant has taught me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/686909/</link>
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			<title>Cold is made for Nothing</title>
			<description>Winter Time is blissfully horrible&amp;nbsp;I watch it come and rejoice when it goes&amp;nbsp;Hot Cocoa and blankets are made for cold,but cold is made for nothing&amp;nbsp;Our Earth tilts this way and that&amp;nbsp;Never in the same place&amp;nbsp;It happens to point away from the Sun's Raysand..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/679629/</link>
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			<title>Angels</title>
			<description>Food For Thought</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/679626/</link>
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			<title>Kaitlin</title>
			<description>This is a lil poem thingy one of my besties wrote for me :) All credit goes to Abbie. She has an account on here too...look her up if you will. She'd appreciate it im sure :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/679604/</link>
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			<title>Tractor</title>
			<description>Dont we all feel this way a one point or another?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/679595/</link>
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			<title>Magic Word Maker</title>
			<description>A kitchen tableBeholds a girlTwo little shoes,A simple dress,Braids,And freckles she hopes to lose.&amp;nbsp;She holds a pencil,And put to paper,It holds the key to a magic word maker.&amp;nbsp;She signs the letter,I love you.&amp;nbsp;Yes she knows,They are words few.But holding..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/679589/</link>
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			<title>F.R.I.E.N.D.</title>
			<description>This is how i feel about all those amigos out there who love me...i love you guys too!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/679583/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>What we all secretly think...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitRenee/679577/</link>
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			<title>The Rose</title>
			<description>Can we talk about life for a minute?
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