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		<description>The original writings of author Firehorse</description>
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			<title>#8 I stole your lunch</title>
			<description>Coworker nuggets of wisdom</description>
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			<title>#9 What is love?</title>
			<description>The beating heart is like a fist, squeezing tighter until it has to let go.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Firehorse66/2952601/</link>
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			<title>#3 You peed on the toilet seats</title>
			<description>The delicious irony when a man complains to a woman about urine on the toilet seat.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Firehorse66/2952082/</link>
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			<title>#4 You threw me in the dumpster</title>
			<description>The red dumpsters stood waiting for me like little vertical coffins</description>
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			<title>#7 I wanted to believe</title>
			<description>There is only darkness in the darkness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Firehorse66/2951502/</link>
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			<title>#53 You died</title>
			<description>I went to Walter&amp;rsquo;s funeral even though I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to. Not because I didn&amp;rsquo;t care, but he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be there so I didn&amp;rsquo;t see what was the point. Now that he&amp;rsquo;s dead, time&amp;rsquo;s gone still. He has no future, just a past that loops on repeat in my head.&amp;nbsp;I kept..</description>
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			<title>Dedication and Prologue</title>
			<description>These stories are dedicated to the people who inspired them, I forgive you.  I hope you can forgive me too.</description>
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			<title>#6 You couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait any longer</title>
			<description>Patience is a slow death for most, but for you, it expired somewhere between month five and month seven.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Firehorse66/2951461/</link>
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			<title>#5 The Class Clown</title>
			<description>You killed me with every screech, every bow, every salute that flayed my sanity one gesture at a time.  </description>
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			<title>#1 You Were Tired</title>
			<description>I didn&amp;rsquo;t say you did it on purpose, but I blame you.  Yet each time I reluctantly came back to life, reincarnated as a creature of vengeance with a darker heart beating in the echo of your betrayal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Firehorse66/2950935/</link>
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			<title>100 Ways You Killed Me</title>
			<description>Workplace Violence Rehabilitation Journal</description>
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