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			<title>1. White Room</title>
			<description>1. White RoomYou wake up with a jaw-splitting head ache. Maybe, going out last night to the New Year's party wasn't the best idea. You rub your eyes trying to get the sleep out.	Looking around, you realize you have no idea where you are. It's clean and white, it reminds you of a hospital. No windows..</description>
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			<title>Mistakes</title>
			<description>You are bound to a couch in a small white room. No windows, no doors, and it's completely sound proof. You're completely at the stranger's mercy. </description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Bare Necessities</title>
			<description>I wake up when I can't stand the taste of my own morning breath anymore. I sit up slowly; there's a crook in my neck. Stretching I look around, and almost forget where I am and why I'm there. Almost.&amp;nbsp;	Slowly I get off of the couch and walk over to my suitcase sitting by the front door. I haven'..</description>
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			<title>Making of A Serial Killer-Chapter 1: 5 Years Old Part 1</title>
			<description>The kindergarten teacher, Ms. Baker, regarded the young boy that clutched tightly onto his mother's hand. He was a small boy,&amp;nbsp;definitively&amp;nbsp;shorter than the rest of the kindergartners. His hair was a brownish-orange, curly, and his face was full of freckles; a cute boy. His dark brown eyes ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Crash</title>
			<description>I sit on the curb of the bus stop, my feet are scorching on the hot cement. My flip flops and suit case sit next to me. The cars whiz past me; the drivers all have somewhere to go to or someone to go to. What about me, where will I go? Who will I go to? I'm not close to any extended family, and the ..</description>
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			<title>The Making of a Serial Killer</title>
			<description>How are monsters made? Are they born that way? Or are they developed that way?</description>
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			<title>Prologue: Breaking the Camel's Back</title>
			<description>Dad's face turns purple with anger. Mom sits on the couch, near the TV, wailing. She knows what will come next. I'd get kicked out and they'd probably never see me again, or they'd see me on the news and find out I was murdered over drugs. But I couldn't careless right now; I'll worry about it when ..</description>
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			<title>When I Come Around</title>
			<description>Don't ask me when and don't ask me how. But you'll see me when I come around. </description>
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			<title>Preface</title>
			<description>Ifyou're crazy and I'm ridiculous; then what do I call thisrelationship you and I have? Destructive? Maddening? Petty? Useless?Over? Fill in the blanks; you know I can't. Or maybe you can't fillin the blanks. Maybe you're just as confused about this relationshipas I am.Iwatched as ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MuteSuits/827522/</link>
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			<title>Locked</title>
			<description>	If you're crazy and I'm ridiculous; then what do I call this relationship you and I have? Destructive? Maddening? Petty? Useless? Over? Fill in the blanks; you know I can't. </description>
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