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			<title>Matthew Upton - Really? - 2/10/27</title>
			<description>[A rugged-voiced southern man, noticably drunk. Very drunk. His speech is slurred and stretched, barely comprehensible even to me.]Aaaahh damn... I been waitin' fer years to get some excitement up in here, and we get this daaamn fire? It didn't even spread! Nobody even god... got hurt! Nobody got bu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/711614/</link>
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			<title>Desmond Sinclair - Simple - 2/10/27</title>
			<description>[Speaking with a light Russian accent and slurring his words together, while taking very quiet breaths in contrast to the stomping and muffled shouting in the background. The speaker is obviously a man.]A man loses his home. Faced with this loss, what does he do? Does he try to establish a new life,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/710656/</link>
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			<title>Isaac Mahan - Damn Damn Damn 2/10/27</title>
			<description>[A man speaking quickly, coughing and hacking between sentences. He takes deep breaths, and grows in volume as he continues speaking. He has a relatively high-pitched voice, and carries a heavy, french accent. He begins to slam the desk toward the end of the recording]Oh, look at me, I'm Desmond Sin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/710653/</link>
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			<title>Jacob House - Meanwhile - 2/10/27</title>
			<description>[A man with a strong, clear voice speaks through what sound like puffs of a cigarette, or possibly a cigar. The tone of his voice emphasizes self-confidence and intellect, despite occasionally stuttering]I've heard that down on the surface, there have been a bunch of tornadoes and volcanoes and all ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/710143/</link>
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			<title>Alexandra McLina - lots - 2/10/27</title>
			<description>[A woman with no discernable accent, but a rough, scratchy voice that sounds like a car breaking down, or a lawnmower running over a pile of gravel. She takes heavy, wheezing breaths between sentences, frequently shouting out in an angry voice, for emphasis. The background is filled with strong wind..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/709961/</link>
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			<title>Dimitri Walker - Duty - 2/10/27</title>
			<description>This guy ends up being pretty awesome later on, just wait...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/709947/</link>
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			<title>Nathan Thiery - Too Soon - 2/10/27</title>
			<description>And the story keeps on rolling... </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/709943/</link>
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			<title>Jack Thiery - Just Business - 2/10/27</title>
			<description>[A high-voiced man speaks slowly and clearly, though noticably attempting to make himself audible over the loud crowds and chiming cash registers and bells that surround him]The shop's never been busier since ol' Mr. Brown's place burned up! That rusty shack was an eyesore from day one, but i suppos..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/709942/</link>
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			<title>David McLina - Daddy - 2/9/27</title>
			<description>	[A high-pitched childish voice giggles and shrieks with excitement as the volume changes from extremely high to extremely low, likely due to the movement of the microphone toward and away from the mouth out of excitement]	Daddy! Guess what?! I figured out the passcode to your Audiolog! You should d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/684960/</link>
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			<title>Michael McLina - Browns' Books - 2/9/27</title>
			<description>	[A rough, deep voice with a strongly Irish accent speaks somewhat loudly]	Well, damn. My best camera broke today.And just before the fire too... oh, what i would&amp;rsquo;ve given to see ol&amp;rsquo; Brown&amp;rsquo;s Books go up in flames, that stupid grin of his finally crackling to ash... damn, that would..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/684956/</link>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>	I like to consider myself an adventurer of sorts. A free man, with little regard for the... how shall I put this... unfortunate coincidences that we seem to find ourselves faced with so frequently. When faced with a crisis, does it not seem fitting that a man such as myself would act accordingly? W..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/684886/</link>
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			<title>Elysium</title>
			<description>After an emotionally crippling diving accident, a man finds himself unraveling the secrets of the corruption and conflicts of an isolated, secretive city in the sky.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfghhh/684882/</link>
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