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		<description>The original writings of author GP</description>
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			<title>The Wedding</title>
			<description>A short story I wrote for this writing contest I entered. </description>
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			<title>Love.</title>
			<description>A poem about where love begins and where it ends. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gp_2013/938451/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Chapter 4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We runthrough the front lawn; several nurses chase behind us. I have let go of Jameshand and leap over the fence. I turn around and notice James hurriedly climbingover the gate. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I arriveback home and head straight for the throne room. He will have already known ofmy accomplishments but it still feels good to tell him yourself. The doorsswing open and I walk in without hesitation. I kne..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When my eyesopen I know it is early. Even though time is not really kept here, I can feelthe earliness in the air. For a second I am reluctant to get out of bed butthen I remember the exciting day I have ahead ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Introduced to the main character and the life he lives</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gp_2013/698815/</link>
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			<title>The Fall (Temporary Title)</title>
			<description>The story of man who earns the job of his dream- to be the right-hand man of the man who rules the utopia society he lives in. But not all is as it seems and some secrets are best left unknown...</description>
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			<title>My Anguish</title>
			<description>A rather dark poem I wrote a couple of years ago. It is a metaphor for many things including redemption, good vs. evil but it is a poem that I feel can be interpreted many different ways.</description>
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