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			<title>Unfaithful</title>
			<description>It's said women are so verbal to men. I'm guilty as charged. We are just animals.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DookieSmiles/1886720/</link>
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			<title>Voicemail</title>
			<description>He keeps trying to get ahold of her to express his true feelings for her and to ask for forgiveness not knowing it's to late and he has been talking to her voicemail the entire time.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DookieSmiles/1882583/</link>
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			<title>Selfless </title>
			<description>Mans desire to reassure his women/wife he is their. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DookieSmiles/1876826/</link>
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			<title>4 seasons of love</title>
			<description>Starts from spring-winter.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DookieSmiles/1876656/</link>
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			<title>My Own Agony</title>
			<description>When we first met she had a lot going on as did I. Hers was more finical mine was more substance but she ended up getting dragged into the substance with me. Eventually going our separate ways. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DookieSmiles/1875820/</link>
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			<title>Games over no reset</title>
			<description>Girls and their games. Not taking her back. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DookieSmiles/1875705/</link>
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			<title>Prisoner Of Night</title>
			<description>I have trouble sleeping. Minds full of thoughts. It's a curse. Feels </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DookieSmiles/1875667/</link>
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			<title>Mothers Empty Nest</title>
			<description>It's the vibe I get from my mother. She seems lost after all what she has known her entire life was raising 4 kids single. </description>
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