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		<description>The original writings of author Jazzbear</description>
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			<title>She wasn't real</title>
			<description>This door seemed to be screaming my name. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me look at the door like a crazy person. But not a soul lurked around the eerie door. It was blue and scratched and the walls around it were torn down and cracked. The paint around was faded and run down.&amp;nbsp; N..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kryptoniteE/2005049/</link>
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			<title>Ex Friend</title>
			<description>Lilly and Alex have known each other since they were 6. They hate? each other.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kryptoniteE/1976695/</link>
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			<title>Huh2</title>
			<description>She paints a pretty picture but there is a twist&amp;nbsp;The paintbrush is a blade&amp;nbsp;And the canvas is her&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Wrist&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kryptoniteE/1973006/</link>
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			<title>Huh</title>
			<description>Roses are red&amp;nbsp;violets are bluecookies are sweet and so are you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But the sugar has witheredand now my wrists are stained&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RED&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kryptoniteE/1973005/</link>
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			<title>I found this on my old computer </title>
			<description>Something i did in 7th grade</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kryptoniteE/1957858/</link>
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			<title>Max</title>
			<description>&quot;Max! You'll be late to school!&quot; My mother named me Maximum. Pretty stupid huh? She named me this because she wanted me to live the Maximum life or what ever. To bad they had me. To you dear reader i want you to lose faith in me now Trust me it isn't worth trying to believe in me. I am cut, broken a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kryptoniteE/1957842/</link>
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			<title>JUST FRIENDS </title>
			<description>Yuri and Zero have known each other since they were six. They are know 15 and Yuri moves.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kryptoniteE/1941677/</link>
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