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			<title>The Uncovered</title>
			<description>Jasper. Green like jasper. And more precious to me than any stone everrevealed to men or angels.He had smiled and squeezed her arm, but only for asecond, as his attention was riveted on the game he was playing. She had saidnothing else but went to quietly sit on the carpet at his feet, hug..</description>
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			<title>The Demons</title>
			<description>&quot;Tracy! Don't! Please, don't!&quot;How many times had he said those words? Way too many. Or maybe notenough?Had he given up on Tracy while they still had a chance? Had he let hergo too early? Too stupidly? Too stubbornly?Most days, such questions would have made him shrug.&amp;nbsp;What's don..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeesseDuFeu/1882262/</link>
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			<title>The Dreamers</title>
			<description>In the thirty years he'dbeen alive, or at least the last twenty-five he had a conscious memory of, hecouldn't remember ever having had recurring dreams. Not even in his childhood,when he'd had his share of fear and terrors, not all of them as innocent as onemight have expected at such a tend..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeesseDuFeu/1880938/</link>
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			<title>The Angels</title>
			<description>His phone chimed again, tonotify him of an incoming text message. He was tempted to ignore it - afterall, it was almost midnight and he felt more tired than he had words toexpress. Even exhausted wouldn't have even began to describe it. Weary to thebones, maybe, but said bones he felt like a..</description>
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			<title>The Unnamed</title>
			<description>&quot;That really wasamazing&quot;, said Paula, stretching her bare arms above her head, and thensnuggling closer to him.Hefelt her naked body warming his and, for a second, a brief twitch of interest.It had indeed been fun, and perhaps a second round was in order. He turned toher, buried his fa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeesseDuFeu/1880934/</link>
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			<title>The Runners</title>
			<description>I am a Seer. And I run. Irun, you run, he runs, she runs, we all run.Hewas indeed running. While listening to an audio-book for learning French. Whichwas probably why his mind had switched into grammar mode and had played a trickon him.&amp;nbsp;Iam running, you are running, he is running,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeesseDuFeu/1880933/</link>
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			<title>Eyes in the Past, Hearts in the Present</title>
			<description>What starts as a seemingly simple love triangle evolves into something much deeper, and perhaps darker too. He is a strong and handsome man who, by the age of thirty, already has an impressive collect</description>
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