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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PROLOGUE	I step up onto the wooden platform with difficulty, steadying my crutches, as the judge bangs her gravel. I sigh, and massage the place where the bullet entered my leg 26 days ago. The judge yells, &quot;Silence in the court! Silence in the court!&quot; My mind is beginning to go fuzzy from the pain...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queenbatty/737161/</link>
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			<title>I'm Gone</title>
			<description>A pregnant girl is accused of murdering her boyfriend. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queenbatty/737151/</link>
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			<title>My Love For Dinner</title>
			<description>My Love For DinnerCreeping out of the shadowy darkness,Lying in wait for its lovely dinner,Kept a while, invis'ble by world's white starkness,Her ribs protrude, yet she still gets thinner.My love, my life, she is wasting away,Could I live with myself, survive her death?If I blink, maybe she'll not w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queenbatty/737145/</link>
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			<title>See Me In The Woods</title>
			<description>See Me In The WoodsAcross the meadow and into the woods,Past rocks and trees and streams,No more slippers, or wolves, or red cloaks with hoods,To a place where no one will hear your screams.I am the eye, watching you run,There is no escaping me,Put behind you the spring and the sun,Go into the woods..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queenbatty/737141/</link>
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			<title>At Dawn, At Dusk </title>
			<description>At Dawn, At DuskAt dawn there is no fear,At dawn there is no &quot;I need to be here,&quot;At dawn the magic word is quiet,At dawn all beings in the world are silent.At dusk when the sky is a lukewarm pink,There is no need to think,At dusk when you're at home snuggled up in bed,Do not let a single bad thought..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queenbatty/737136/</link>
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			<title>Ode To My Uncle Bob's Mustache</title>
			<description>Ode To My Uncle Bob's MustacheMy Uncle Bob has a mustachethat issoft as a satin pillow.When I see it twitching up and downas he talks,I smile.It wiggles when he speaks,like a worm&amp;nbsp;stuck to his face,moving its silken black headin time to the wordscoming from his mouth.Thin or thick,long or short..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queenbatty/737133/</link>
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			<title>Brick Boy</title>
			<description>The baby is born</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queenbatty/736933/</link>
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			<title>Watching You</title>
			<description>A girl watches from the sidelines as the boy she loves falls for her sister.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queenbatty/736671/</link>
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			<title>Brick Boy</title>
			<description>Introduction.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queenbatty/736667/</link>
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			<title>Brick Boy</title>
			<description>A boy, Ivan, who witnesses his father and girlfriend die. To bring his father back to life, his twin brother is told he must kill Ivan. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queenbatty/736665/</link>
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