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		<description>The original writings of author Tout_Se_Qui_Brille</description>
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			<title>Valkyrie</title>
			<description>ValkyrieNoah&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Monday,after seeing Ash pound away on her drums like that, fighting just isn&amp;rsquo;t thesame.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Themeathead who&amp;rsquo;s curre..</description>
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			<title>Pre-Dinner Jitters</title>
			<description>Pre-DinnerJittersAshlynn&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;ldquo;Ashlynn!Ashlynn Piper Griffin! You come down here rightnow and say hello to our guests.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; From my..</description>
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			<title>Best Friends</title>
			<description>&quot;Let's go!&quot; she says,pulling at my handsand smiling bright.&amp;nbsp;I know this girl,the one I've sharedsecrets withand jumped off the high-dive with;the one who'shad my backfor years and yearsand never let me slip.&amp;nbsp;But there's another girl,hiding somewhere.She bl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brille/728868/</link>
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			<title>Anatomy of a Girl</title>
			<description>My heart -&amp;nbsp;red like the blood ofother girls,spilt on my hands afterwords thrown like knivespierced innocent skinsand burned through,venom -&amp;nbsp;beats for thesatisfaction of seeingtears that will not darebe wrenched from thedeepest recesses ofmy own cold,barr..</description>
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			<title>Unaccompanied</title>
			<description>The protestsof the swing under my weightgrateson my ears so Ilet my feettouch the ground.&amp;nbsp;Shivering in theautumn air,I watch littlekids playandwatchful, warymoms and dadswatch over them.&amp;nbsp;I scan the parkfor dad, for a man in a suit with a bluetooth ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brille/728863/</link>
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			<title>Aware</title>
			<description>A ray of sunshine,warmth permeating,hits her square in the face;she blinks rapidlyand waves her hand as if swatting a fly.&amp;nbsp;She is secure in the golden light:skin tanned and smooth,legs crossed over the edgeof a long-used armchair,sleep bringing innocence and trustto th..</description>
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