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			<title>If I'm honest</title>
			<description>If I'm honest....and i hardly ever am...I can't depend on you. I never know what or who I'm going to get, that is if I get anyone at all.You don't seem to see the urgency of this situation. That life is happening now. This is it.Once again you have chosen to take the easy way out. Ignorance, bliss, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MollyBMcGuire/1932112/</link>
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			<title>Little yellow farm house</title>
			<description>And as the rain poured over the roof of the yellow farm house, the pain and disappointment flooded her soul. she found herself in the perfect moment with the wrong person and it was something she could no longer deny. To settle for the wrong person in order to save somethingthat was long gone was so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MollyBMcGuire/1932027/</link>
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			<title>I'm new</title>
			<description>I'm new.&amp;nbsp;I can't seem to escape these two words. This chapter in my life is filled with job applications, first days, training shifts, and dead ends. Needless to say, this is not where I expected to be at this age. Somewhat jobless, somewhat homeless and very much so lost. But not so much surpr..</description>
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