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			<title>Everybody&amp;rsquo;s got choices</title>
			<description>I opened my laptop on the table, straightened my skirt and sat down before it. A grumble from my belly led me to open the &amp;nbsp;Starbucks homepage. Too many choices; Lattes, Mochas, Cappuccinos. Choosing a &amp;lsquo;quick&amp;rsquo; bite took another 15 minutes. I tied my hair back, took a deep &amp;lsquo;get-..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kichu/2051204/</link>
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			<title>Caged inside the body </title>
			<description>SHE: 'S is silent' </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kichu/2046868/</link>
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			<title>A mountain to cry on</title>
			<description>From the edge of despair, shines a ray of hope</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kichu/2044498/</link>
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			<title>Occupied by the ghosts </title>
			<description>&amp;lsquo;You are late again!&amp;rsquo; alarmed my amygdala repeatedly, &amp;lsquo;the doctor would have scores of others fighting for his time&amp;rsquo;. Although my stomach let a sheepish rumble, I ignored it glancing at the loaf of bread on my cupboard, will bite it when I return from the hospital. Grabbing m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kichu/2042820/</link>
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			<title>The puddles in people's minds | 100 word flash fiction</title>
			<description>Monsoons hit early at Regal apartments, stalling the restructuring of the walker&amp;rsquo;s garden. The fresh green patches turned to brown slippery patches of mud, as the rain invited itself every alternate day. The society members wouldn&amp;rsquo;t waste a minute, drinking tea with some small talk. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kichu/2042814/</link>
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			<title>Saving lives, a work of art </title>
			<description>The internal bleeding stopped, a successful surgery. A pair of gloved fingers lifts the forceps and scalpel in a straight line then drops it in a steel pan; it removes the gloves, washes off remaining blood. Suddenly, the hands start to shiver.It shivers as it lifts a fork of beef to the mouth; even..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kichu/2042813/</link>
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			<title>DEAF | 100 word flash fiction </title>
			<description>The internal timer of the fridge would hum, the leaking pipe would hiss and if the washing machine was in use, then the drums would sound louder than the ones in concerts. Naina&amp;rsquo;s ears, despite weeks of working in the new rented house, failed to get accustomed to the cacophony that was a daily..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kichu/2042812/</link>
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