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		<description>The original writings of author VannahBanana</description>
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			<title>Midnight Monroe</title>
			<description>Maybe a game of poker, A show or a dance.She&amp;rsquo;s there every night With eyes full of romance.&amp;nbsp;A dreamer, she stays there late every night.A drink at the bar is one she won&amp;rsquo;t fight.A beauty, she won&amp;rsquo;t stop until lit afire.A flamboyant spark wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/951301/</link>
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			<title>Cry For Help</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Mom!&amp;rdquo; I gasped, my breath sputtering and unstable. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By the wrists I was being held by Mex. He watched mecautiously, his face inches from mine. It took a very long while for me torealize he was directly ab..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/948424/</link>
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			<title>Marry The Rich</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Everythingall right?&amp;rdquo; Mex called from the kitchen. I could feel his eyes all over me. Andwhenever I turned around, I could determine all the feelings he felt wheneverhe watched me. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Part of himwas leering a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/948395/</link>
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			<title>A Little Knock</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The walk backto the apartment was rarely a fun one. Especially at night. I hated the waypeople would linger on the edges of the sidewalk, making it very hard to get toyour destination without bumping into them. And if you did bump into them, somew..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/948235/</link>
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			<title>The Girl No One Saw</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Work at theCaf&amp;eacute; was never too bad. I&amp;rsquo;d enjoyed the calm, corny music, the dim lighting,and rich chocolate muffins. I learned to like the sarcastic manner all of theother workers had&amp;#2013266048;&quot;though at the beginning I was shocked to hear s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/948228/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One: Sleep Occurrences</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There wasa slam from behind, then blood coming from my back. The space between allcomprehensions blew my mind. I didn&amp;rsquo;t understand what was happening. Hadn&amp;rsquo;t Ibeen sleeping just moments before.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ano..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/948160/</link>
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			<title>The Ghost of Yesterday</title>
			<description>A young woman, just out of high school, adjusts to her new life as obstacles like that past come back to her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/948159/</link>
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			<title>Acceptance</title>
			<description>The painful end to anorexia. I truly...don't encourage it. I've known people that have eating problems...and it never, ever gets much easier after it starts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/947740/</link>
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			<title>Cliff</title>
			<description>At the edge of the cliff-The spot they claimed-They met at day breakWith hearts untamed.&amp;nbsp;The wind was fierceBut their love so strong.Afterwards, hard to imagineWhat'd become so wrong.&amp;nbsp;She was told to hang on...He promised to be back.So the days that passed,She took track.&amp;nbsp;At the edge ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/946756/</link>
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			<title>Cut Up Pieces</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; An imposingly bitter profanity.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Without a label, you lose reality.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You lie in the cold to hide from the old,And you shift in your clothes when words ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/945514/</link>
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			<title>March 15, 2012</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There's been yet another drift. I pray and hope. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There was this one guy on here (Writerscafe) that I completely went from befriend to defriend because he talked such ironic ignorance (saying Christ believers needed to burn in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/945503/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts in Flight</title>
			<description>Delicacy is primitive,Replaced with angst.We live in a world With holes of bitter taste.&amp;nbsp;The girl relies on those who can&amp;rsquo;t speak to her;Loving those who aren&amp;rsquo;t there for sure.She hates those that can&amp;rsquo;t take the heat;Mourning those that got ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/944947/</link>
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			<title>Like Mother Like Daughter</title>
			<description>Break even.A drift in the river;Like ice on my back,An upcoming shiver.&amp;nbsp;I bite my lip,Imposingly bitter.Another strike on my back.This lake in the winter.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s a mystery to whyI&amp;rsquo;d ever jumped at all.But I knew instantlyReali..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/940253/</link>
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			<title>March 2, 2012</title>
			<description>another hard week, but hard doesn't always mean bad, does it?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/939566/</link>
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			<title>February 25, 2012</title>
			<description>I don't expect anyone to completely comprehend what's happening if I just begin this with my random, rambling thoughts. So here it goes... My mom abused her body with liquor and drugs whenever she was younger. Even now, she abuses her body, but with things like Red Bull (haha, funny. Right? who woul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/936789/</link>
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			<title>The First Online Journal</title>
			<description>I write in a journal. And I have a lot of questions in there, that I can't answer.... So. I'm going to write these in a place that maybe...someone can answer the questions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Savannah-Hudgens/936783/</link>
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