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			<description>I sat at infront of my mirror brushing though my long auburn hair thinking about what Kale said. What did he mean to watch my back cause im gonna need it? He doesnt even know me! Geez two days in town and i already started meeting a*s holes.But...Its like if the a*s whole side to him is just a fus..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tabmel75/941229/</link>
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			<title>First Encounter</title>
			<description>Class went by pretty quick this morning. I didnt get any weird stairs anymore or introductions so its going pretty well. Students can go out for lunch if they wanted so i walked into town to Mrs. Benson's Deli.When i got there it looked like the lunch rush hadnt gotten in yet so i took the operotu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tabmel75/937254/</link>
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			<title>Sunset</title>
			<description>Connor stopped pedaling when me and him stopped at the edge of the cemmetery. &quot;Uh Connor, why exactly are we at the cemmetery?&quot;&quot;Where we're going is behind the cemmetery&quot;He started to walk but i stood frozen at the edge. Iv had a real bad phobia of funerals and cemmeteries ever since my dad di..</description>
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			<title>Not so Bad</title>
			<description>Azalea.... Azalea...&quot; who is that?! whos there?&quot;i walk behind the tree line and run towards the vioce i hear calling me. CRACK!&amp;nbsp; i start running. I can hear someones feet running after me.&quot;you there&quot; i stopped and hid behind a tree but the figure wasnt talking to me. theres somebody else ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tabmel75/936551/</link>
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			<title>Moving Day </title>
			<description>I feel the color drain from my face as the car leaves the edge of a line of buildings and skyscrapers. My hair feels like its turn white and my eyes feel like theyve greyed out. the day i have been dreading for the past 3 months has finally come.&amp;nbsp; Moving day.Mom or the wicked witch of the west ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tabmel75/933545/</link>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>&quot; She's not ready for this!&quot; Said a man standing at the edge of an alley of an old deli.&amp;nbsp;&quot; You do not trust in your own prodegy? Im surpised Masen normaly you are so much more confident in yourself&quot; said a man covered by the casting shadow of the buildings.&amp;nbsp;&quot; This time is not lik..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tabmel75/933527/</link>
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			<title>No One Sleeps in Sleepy Hollow</title>
			<description>A city girl moves to suburbane area where she finds the truth about the legend, the town, her past, and who shes destined to be.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tabmel75/933514/</link>
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			<title>Replaceing Boundaries</title>
			<description>Play is short only about ten pages. It is about a girl going through the motions of rape and abortion.</description>
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