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			<title>Conjured</title>
			<description>&quot;Jackie.&quot;&quot;Not now, Rachel.&quot;&quot;Yes, now.&amp;nbsp; You know we have to do something soon.&amp;nbsp; It's hungry.&amp;nbsp; Do you have the list?&quot;I slammed the locker door louder than necessary.&amp;nbsp; &quot;I said not now.&quot;&amp;nbsp;I stressed through gritted teeth.&amp;nbsp; &quot;We will talk about this after school by the fountai..</description>
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			<title>Illumination</title>
			<description>Life sucks . . .&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;&amp;nbsp;I never want to speak to you again!&quot;&amp;nbsp; Alexa&amp;nbsp; screamed into the phone and slammed down the receiver.&amp;nbsp; Jacob had cheated on her three months ago, but he had come slinking back. begging for forgiveness.&amp;nbsp; Like a fool, she had given him a second cha..</description>
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			<title>Shattered</title>
			<description>The pain was gone. &amp;nbsp;After suffering miserably for months, it had left me. &amp;nbsp;All I had prayed for was for a release, an end to my disabling sorrow. &amp;nbsp;My prayer had been answered. &amp;nbsp;It was gone now. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't understood, though. &amp;nbsp;How could I have? How could I have known what..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/943198/</link>
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			<title>Wrong</title>
			<description>WrongI was so wrongwrong to think I could be lovedwrong to act like I deserved itwrong to be the last thing you neededwrong to not be the first thing you wantedwrong to love&amp;nbsp;others better than myselfwrong to hate myself more than themwrong to create&amp;nbsp;a doomed pathwrong to &amp;nbsp;destroy any ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/943196/</link>
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			<title>Shredded</title>
			<description>Twisted, torn and bleedingLying wide-eyed in the darkA victim of personal choiceDamage by my own design&amp;nbsp;I struggle to breatheStrive to be numbWish to be goneWish to be done&amp;nbsp;Heart like a disrupted jigsawMind like a clogged drainI strain to remember whyWhat started all this pain&amp;nbsp;I limp ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/943193/</link>
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			<title>Connection.</title>
			<description>Gabe didn't know why he still came.&amp;nbsp; Would today be any different?&amp;nbsp; Another disappointment, another heartbreak.&amp;nbsp; But still he came.&amp;nbsp; He couldn't stop.&amp;nbsp; He rambled through the antiseptic halls, the smell of disinfectant heavy in the air today, the sound of the nurses shoes sq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940545/</link>
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			<title>Loosing Everything.</title>
			<description>Erica was gone.&amp;nbsp; Breckyn was gone.&amp;nbsp; His reason for getting up in the morning, well, it too, was pretty hard to locate these days.&amp;nbsp;Erica needed to get on that plane.&amp;nbsp; He had told her to do it.&amp;nbsp; He had told her Breckyn would have wanted it.&amp;nbsp; And she would have.&amp;nbsp; She ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940541/</link>
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			<title>Untethered.</title>
			<description>This was nice.&amp;nbsp; So peaceful.&amp;nbsp; So comfortable.&amp;nbsp; Kind of like the feeling after a long stressful day, when you've had a long hot shower and you lie in bed, relaxed and so warm and just about to drift off.&amp;nbsp; No worries.&amp;nbsp; No unease.&amp;nbsp; Absolute contentment.&amp;nbsp; With one foot..</description>
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			<title>Prison Break.</title>
			<description>&quot;I can't believe how good this is, just like the real thing, Gabe.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Erica studied the fake ID closely.&amp;nbsp; &quot;I'm sure that it'll pass.&quot;&amp;nbsp; She rubbed her hands together excitedly.&amp;nbsp; &quot;I just know this is going to work.&quot;I wish I shared your enthusiasm.&quot; Gabe offered morosely.&quot;I know you'..</description>
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			<title>Coming Clean.</title>
			<description>Gabe paced the kitchen restlessly.&amp;nbsp; He had been trying to call Breckyn and Erica's phones for hours.&amp;nbsp; It had started while he was at school.&amp;nbsp; After lunch, he had gotten the worst feeling he had ever had in the pit of his stomach.&amp;nbsp; It was like a smoldering ball of gnawing fear and..</description>
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			<title>Help From Unlikely Places.</title>
			<description>Erica had cried for a time, loosing track of how long she had been there.&amp;nbsp; She heard footsteps behind her, approaching the car and turned to see the detective she had spoken to earlier.&quot;Ma'am, you can't park here.&amp;nbsp; You had better be moving on now.&quot;&amp;nbsp; He stopped when he noticed the tear..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940527/</link>
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			<title>Limbo.</title>
			<description>Something was wrong.&amp;nbsp; I would have&amp;nbsp;sighed to express the frustration of waking yet again in an odd uncomfortable situation, but I couldn't find my chest, my lungs,&amp;nbsp; even my mouth to sigh.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't find . . . anything. Again I reacted in a physical manner trying to open my eyes..</description>
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			<title>A Plan of Action.</title>
			<description>After&amp;nbsp;a little squabbling over the details, Erica and I had come up with a plan, standing in the kitchen and making ourselves a sandwich.&amp;nbsp; I was having left over roast beef and Erica chose a leftover grilled chicken breast.&amp;nbsp; We mutually agreed to let Zack, who we had left out in the g..</description>
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			<title>Trial and Error.</title>
			<description>I had spent the last 30 minutes saying everything I could think of to convince Erica that I was really Breckyn.&amp;nbsp; I told her about why I appeared to be in a coma.&amp;nbsp; At first, when I told her about being Bowser, it was clear she thought I had been huffing paint.&amp;nbsp; In&amp;nbsp;retrospect, mayb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940522/</link>
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			<title>Confessions of a Lunatic.</title>
			<description>&quot;What are you doing?&amp;nbsp; Are you crazy?&amp;nbsp; Someone is going to see you!&amp;nbsp; Is she hurt?&amp;nbsp; Zack, stop!&quot;&amp;nbsp; Erica shot at me rapid fire as I quicky decided I had to first take care of my (Breckyn's) body.&amp;nbsp; I lifted the small girl and threw her over my shoulder, secretly a bit pleas..</description>
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			<title>Fight or Flight</title>
			<description>&quot;You're doing really good, Breckyn.&quot; Mrs. M encouraged from the deck at the side of the pool.&amp;nbsp; The doctor said the best thing for my atrophied muscles was water aerobics so I here I was, splashing around in our backyard pool.&amp;nbsp; Garrett and Cindy Lou were playing on the jungle gym and Gabe w..</description>
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			<title>A Wrench In The Works.</title>
			<description>After a full battery of tests in which I was poked, proded, observed, and evaluated on every physical and mental level, I was finally given a clean bill of health.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I left the hospital with the doctors still scratching their heads over my episode. So, I got to return home the next day with..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940518/</link>
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			<title>The Best Laid Plans.</title>
			<description>&quot;What am I going to say?&quot;&quot;Erica, I already told you what to say!&quot;&amp;nbsp; I was exasperated.&amp;nbsp; I had not slept much and being in Don Juan's body was making me . . . itchy.&amp;nbsp; It was uncomfortable and I was growing increasingly tired and irritable.&amp;nbsp; She couldn't seem to handle any small det..</description>
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			<title>Righting All Wrongs.</title>
			<description>It had been too easy.&amp;nbsp; After a little brainstorming, (well, brainstorming on my part and Erica just nodded and smiled supportively), we formed a concrete plan.&amp;nbsp; First, I took an overly emotional Erica home for a good night's sleep.&amp;nbsp; She had been so grateful for my help and understandi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940515/</link>
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			<title>Plan B.</title>
			<description>I was hyperventilating.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't seem to get enough air, even though my breath was coming in ragged gasps as I fought off a full blown panic attack.&amp;nbsp; Don Juan certainly did not even seem to notice as he groped me while kissing my neck and shoulders.&amp;nbsp; His hands were uder my skirt&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Time to Step Up or Step Out.</title>
			<description>A complete feeling of altered reality came over me.&amp;nbsp; I could not be sitting here, smiling, acting&amp;nbsp;completely normal and letting Zack drive me to what had to be the most important&amp;nbsp;moment of my before-now-pointless-life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had a bit of an awkward silence at first.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940511/</link>
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			<title>Between a Rock and Another Rock.</title>
			<description>&quot;Now, let's get a few things straight, here.&quot; Zack&amp;nbsp;ground out&amp;nbsp;through clenched teeth.&amp;nbsp; He reached for the hair at the back of my neck and pulled my head back cruelly.&amp;nbsp; &quot;I don't know what kind of crap you are trying to pull, but I have obligations to some very important people in ..</description>
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			<title>It Sure Looked Nice in the Brochure . . .</title>
			<description>I didn't know what to do.&amp;nbsp; Zack kept calling me.&amp;nbsp; The more&amp;nbsp;I tried&amp;nbsp;to ignore my cell, the more it seemed&amp;nbsp;he phoned.&amp;nbsp; I fully expected him to come busting in any moment and break down the door.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was becoming frantic at the thought.&amp;nbsp; I had severe paranoi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940501/</link>
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			<title>Escape</title>
			<description>I didn't know what to do.&amp;nbsp; Zack kept calling me.&amp;nbsp; The more&amp;nbsp;I tried&amp;nbsp;to ignore my cell, the more it seemed&amp;nbsp;he phoned.&amp;nbsp; I fully expected him to come busting in any moment and break down the door.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was becoming frantic at the thought.&amp;nbsp; I had severe paranoi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940498/</link>
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			<title>Upside Down</title>
			<description>I lay on my bed with my feet propped on the wall, a very Erica-esque pose, listening to Jillian tell me the latest stupid rant she was on. &amp;nbsp;I yawned, bored to tears. &amp;nbsp;I felt an uncomfortable twinge, like I was being watched. &amp;nbsp;Glancing to the side, I saw Bowser staring at me.The first ..</description>
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			<title>My New Skin.</title>
			<description>&quot;You are so spacy!!&quot;&quot;W-What?&quot; I looked confused.&amp;nbsp;&quot;You don't seem to hear half of what I'm saying anymore.&amp;nbsp; Are you still fretting over Breckyn?&quot; Jillian, Erica's best friend said the name like it was the name of an unpleasant disease.&amp;nbsp; They were practically inseparable and I was very ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940483/</link>
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			<title>Finding Erica.</title>
			<description>Suddenly feeling claustrophobic, I rushed from the hospital room.&amp;nbsp; I did not have to fake the tears that streamed down my cheeks as I threw myself onto a hard plastic waiting room couch, holding my face in my hands.&amp;nbsp; The bright sunlight streaming in through the institutional blinds taunted..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940481/</link>
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			<title>So This Is Beautiful.</title>
			<description>Wow.&amp;nbsp; The striking blue eyes, the pert nose, the straight white teeth, the pouty lips, the&amp;nbsp;flawless skin,&amp;nbsp;the gorgeous hair.&amp;nbsp; I had seen these features&amp;nbsp;a hundred times and studied them, often envious. &amp;nbsp;I looked at them now&amp;nbsp;and they looked right back at me, just lik..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940479/</link>
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			<title>Bark! Bark!  And other important stuff.</title>
			<description>Okay, I thought.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Think like Bowser.&amp;nbsp; What would he do now?&amp;nbsp; Definitely not what I was doing, which was standing with my hind legs crossed.&amp;nbsp; It had to be the most ridiculous pose ever.&amp;nbsp; I tried a whine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hey, that was pretty good . . . . maybe just a little lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940358/</link>
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			<title>Good Dog</title>
			<description>I hugged the wall, trying to avoid being stepped on&amp;nbsp;as everyone rushed past me.&amp;nbsp; I had chickened out going down the stairs, knowing it was unlikely I'd make it unscathed.&amp;nbsp; Now I was glad I had stayed, observing the chaos in my room as the Morgans tried to revive my lifeless body.&quot;Why ..</description>
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			<title>A New Perspective</title>
			<description>MY PAWS!!!!!!!No no no no no no no no.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It couldn't be.&amp;nbsp; I was dreaming.&amp;nbsp; This was insane.&amp;nbsp; Someone slipped me drugs and I was on a bad trip . . . . but I could not be&amp;nbsp; . . .&amp;nbsp;a dog!!!I tried to put my hands to my face and realized that, yes, those were now my paws..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940350/</link>
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			<title>Disillusioned</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;	&quot;Breckyn??&amp;nbsp; Are you all right?	I was&amp;nbsp;now prone on the couch and when I peeked out from under my lids, I saw six pairs of anxious eyes all peering down at me.&amp;nbsp; I immediately started blushing again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;	Had I passed out?&amp;nbsp; Evidently so.&amp;nbsp; My face in near fl..</description>
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			<title>Auspicious Beginnings</title>
			<description>I was the epitome of being unloved.  I could not even muster enough love for myself to get my body out of that hospital bed.  How terrible was my life that walking away from it was even an option? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sprescott/940172/</link>
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			<title>Blink</title>
			<description>I was the epitome of being unloved. I could not even muster enough love for myself to get my body out of that hospital bed. How terrible was my life..</description>
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