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			<title>Will Be Posting ASBAB elsewhere now, read this</title>
			<description>I'm going to be posting my story All Stars Bright and Beautiful on a different website from now on. Writerscafe is nice, but I think we all know that it's a dying website. I want to post my story someplace else so that I get more views and constructive reviews. I doubt that anyone was actually readi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnsembleFOVE/2157800/</link>
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			<title>93 Percent Stardust</title>
			<description>The room I was in was like a heaven.Two different candles burned on the sink's counter, wafting a mixed scent of vanilla and roses into the place. Hand-made paintings of daffodils and lilies covered the wall in front of the shower. Beige-colored walls were made dim by the one colorful lamp in the ro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnsembleFOVE/2157228/</link>
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			<title>Recognition</title>
			<description>&quot;He said... 'Stay away from my w***e of a girlfriend, would you?'&quot;

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnsembleFOVE/2156319/</link>
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			<title>Glass</title>
			<description>Maybe, just maybe, keeping still was the last thing I could hold on to.

It's pathetic.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnsembleFOVE/2153692/</link>
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			<title>The Flames, Rising</title>
			<description>He steps toward me, blazing hot glue gun in air, and says, &quot;This is your actual apology.&quot; before pressing it onto my left arm.

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnsembleFOVE/2152887/</link>
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			<title>Our Being, Begun</title>
			<description>You don't want to risk making your so-called boyfriend angry when you're out in the woods alone with nobody there except a tenative gardener and probably a mailman.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnsembleFOVE/2152861/</link>
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			<title>The World Beneath Us</title>
			<description>Ramona's life is in turmoil, as she's in an abusive relationship with a man who's obviously only after her family's money. But when she gets a new and odd neighbor, everything begins to change...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnsembleFOVE/2152795/</link>
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			<title>All Stars Bright and Beautiful</title>
			<description>I didn't think that he was all that bad at first. He was kind, stunning. Did whatever I pleased. But little did I know that he would be the next one to break me in half... with nobody there to help.</description>
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