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			<title>04.17.17</title>
			<description>Society tells us that it&amp;rsquo;s wrong to hate a race, because not all blacks listen to hip-hop, not all Asians are bad drivers, and that not all whites are racist, respectively. It&amp;rsquo;s wrong to stereotype any group of people, because despite our shortcomings (whether they are actually valid or ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anal_fistbump21/1909701/</link>
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			<title>The Era of Miscommunication</title>
			<description>Sappy, teenage s**t</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anal_fistbump21/1897104/</link>
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			<title>Tabula Rasa / Users </title>
			<description>     I hate people. No, I mean like I really hate people. I can&amp;rsquo;t stand them. I guess that&amp;rsquo;s why I could never stay in one place for very long, I&amp;rsquo;m pretty anti-social for what it's worth. I&amp;rsquo;ve been that way my whole life.      I don't have friends, just associates who share a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anal_fistbump21/1891331/</link>
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			<title>The Memoir of a Part-Time Tortured Artist</title>
			<description>	I never wore jackets when it was cold out and I preferred to take the long way when I walked in the rain.	One thing that you should know about me is that I loved pain. I found comfort in it like it was the only thing I knew; I would hurt myself just to see if I could take it and because I flat-out ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anal_fistbump21/1890918/</link>
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			<title>&quot;To my Parents&quot; </title>
			<description>I am an addict,&amp;nbsp;Because you didn't raise a quitterEveryday I wore a fake smile like the wrong clothes you gave me for my birthday,</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anal_fistbump21/1890913/</link>
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			<title>The Busboy</title>
			<description>This is a semi-autobiographical piece about an average day in a depressed teen's life. Similar to &quot;A&amp;P&quot; by John Updike. This is me writing what I know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anal_fistbump21/1888575/</link>
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			<title>&quot;pain killers&quot; </title>
			<description>A prose about depression. I don't know if the statistics I use are 100% but I really don't give a s**t. I hope you like it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anal_fistbump21/1888508/</link>
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			<title>&quot;growing pains&quot;</title>
			<description>A short prose I came up with at work. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anal_fistbump21/1888505/</link>
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