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			<title>Mother Mother Mother</title>
			<description>This is just a story of three moments where a mother has heavily influenced her child</description>
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			<title>Books</title>
			<description>The birds chirping woke me up this time, rather than the neighbors. From what I can tell, they&amp;rsquo;re crying because they&amp;rsquo;re mother still hasn&amp;rsquo;t come back.   I looked at the clock. It was 8:30. Either my uncle was too lazy to have me wake up, or he tried very hard but I just slept ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WavyBlue/2015790/</link>
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			<title>Art</title>
			<description>I went back to my room and picked up my pencil to start drawing. My uncle never buys me anything special. Just basic needs, such as clothes and supplies needed for school. Having pencils and plain papers being the only thing he actually buys for me that I can use to draw, I&amp;rsquo;ve got to work with..</description>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>I entered into the kitchen, only to have my uncle making breakfast. Or so he calls it, when in reality, it&amp;rsquo;s just taking out food ordered from a restaurant because he doesn&amp;rsquo;t &amp;ldquo;have the time&amp;rdquo;.  He doesn&amp;rsquo;t greet me, nor do I greet him. He just put the food on the tabl..</description>
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			<title>Ice </title>
			<description>When I first woke up, all I saw was white. I thought that it was snowing and that my uncle threw me into a blizzard, which was something I basically expected these days. Then I realized that it wouldn&amp;rsquo;t make any sense as it was summer. I blinked a few times and the white disappeared, leaving m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WavyBlue/2015716/</link>
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			<title>Heart of a Blossom</title>
			<description>The story of an orphaned girl who discovered the truth of her family after the death of her grandmother</description>
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