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			<title>Prologue, sort of</title>
			<description>Meeting the characters!</description>
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			<title>Starlight</title>
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			<title>The Date</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RECAP:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Alex?&amp;rdquo; Julia asked, and started to cryonce more. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Where is he, Alex?&amp;rdquo; She was gaining morecourage.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/845394/</link>
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			<title>Bragging</title>
			<description> I was thinking so hard about all that I could possibly brag about: I'm smart, nice, funny, wise, great, sarcastic, and just plain fun to be around.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And my ability to change the subject at the snap of a finger is to die for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *SNAP*&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/831620/</link>
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			<title>Julia's Memories</title>
			<description>This is all about what Julia remembers</description>
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			<title>Claudia's Memories</title>
			<description>This chapter is just the memories that came &quot;flooding back into Claudia's mind&quot;.</description>
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			<title>What Don't I Remember?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;What are you talking about?&amp;rdquo; Claudiaasked again. She pulled Aaron to the side of the house and asked again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;W-well, this is kind of hard to say. Yousee, you and Julia used..</description>
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			<title>Figuring It Out</title>
			<description>Julia cried out in pain asher eye throbbed. Whenever she cried, it now stung.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;You shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have brought that phone inhere then!&amp;rdquo; yelled the scar-faced man. He swung at her again, this time hittingher ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825817/</link>
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			<title>The Message</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Claudia squeaked Alex&amp;rsquo;s name as she pulledout her phone and smashed the &amp;lsquo;open&amp;rsquo; button. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s okay! She just texted me and said&amp;lsquo;I&amp;rsquo;m fine. In a giant warehouse. Love you guys...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825757/</link>
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			<title>Jerk</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Julia wriggled in her seat as she triedto get untied. She cried as the man in the shadows laughed at her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;No use in trying. You will never getout,&amp;rdquo; he sniffed nonchalantly.&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>The Note</title>
			<description>&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Claudia shoved the note into Alex&amp;rsquo;s handas Aaron wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Alex read out loud:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I have taken Julia. If you want her tolive, bring me Krista..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825749/</link>
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			<title>Where Am I?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Julia squinted as she tried to see throughthe dark, &amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When she tried to move, she realized shewas tied up. Then, a light flashed on her face, and she noticed a figure in thesha..</description>
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			<title>Help!</title>
			<description>Alex rushed toward thefigures lying in the grass.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Have you seen Julia?!&amp;rdquo; He practicallyjumped on top of Aaron.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;What? She&amp;rsquo;s at the house,&amp;rdquo; Claudiaexplained..</description>
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			<title>Knocking</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Julia rolled over and rubbed her eyes.What time is it? She looked at the clock and jumped out of bed. It was tenafter twelve!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Julia hopped into some jeans and pulled on ashirt, and sprinted..</description>
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			<title>Claudia and Aaron</title>
			<description>Ring! Ring! Ring!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Claudia rolled over sleepily and pickedup her ringing phone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo; She yawned.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Oh I&amp;rsquo;m sorry! Did I wake you up..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825710/</link>
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			<title>Wondering</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The couples walked home, hand in hand.Julia had a large smile on her face, but was thinking deep within.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;What did he mean &amp;lsquo;Just as beautiful ashe remembered&amp;rsquo;?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825707/</link>
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			<title>Julia and Alex</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alex shut the door behind them as shesat down on the edge of the bed. He turned to her and smiled.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; Julia asked, with a questioninglook on her face.&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Claudia and Aaron</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Hey, I want you to meet someof my friends.&amp;rdquo; Aaron pulled Claudia towards a group of people.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Hey guys! This is Claudia. Claudia, thisis Joe, Mark, Bella, and Alice.&amp;rdquo; He gestured toward each one of th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825701/</link>
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			<title>At the Party</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They walked through the doors and intothe party. They saw dancing and drinking and so much other stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Julia shrunk into Alex. He chuckled andslowly put his arm around her waist.&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825698/</link>
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			<title>Going Out</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Claudia! Where is the mascara?&amp;rdquo; Juliayelled as she put blush on her cheeks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Claudia meandered in a blue, sparklydress.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Here,&amp;rdquo; She h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825696/</link>
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			<title>Meeting The Twins</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once inside the house, Julia rushedupstairs to pick out a room. She looked in every room, and still couldn&amp;rsquo;t find theperfect spot. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She walked into the last room onthe 3rd floor and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825692/</link>
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			<title>Moving Day</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;But, Dad, why did we have to move?&amp;rdquo; criedJulia.&amp;ldquo;Quit asking. I already toldyou that I got a better job and house here.&amp;rdquo;Julia and Claudia both lookedat each other with agitation, and looked out the window as they drove..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825649/</link>
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			<title>Moving On</title>
			<description>2 girls move and all of a sudden, these boys come into their life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/825647/</link>
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			<title>The Meaning of Thanksgiving</title>
			<description>A short story about what I feel is the meaning of Thanksgiving.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/824828/</link>
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			<title>Forgetting</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Hey, I like your eyes!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A girl came bounding over to me. She hada mouth full of braces, and braids flopping on her shoulder.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/weavere/824293/</link>
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