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		<title>Late Night Daydreams</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last night I was at a friends house, partying one final time before I go down to college.  I didn&#8217;t get home till midnight.  Everyone in my house was asleep.  Silent.  And I just went in my room, left the light off, and sat on my very cluttered bed.  (Yes, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=freshscribbles.wordpress.com&blog=2454510&post=184&subd=freshscribbles&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://freshscribbles.wordpress.com/2009/06/18/late-night-daydreams/</link>
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		<title>The End Meets the Beginning</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My room is a mess.  Catastrophic, really.  It usually is.  But this is a different sort.  Because I&#8217;m leaving.  Moving away.  Going forward, but always looking back.  Maybe that&#8217;s wrong&#8211;looking back.  I&#8217;m sure someone wants to turn his nose up, tell me to look to the future; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=freshscribbles.wordpress.com&blog=2454510&post=175&subd=freshscribbles&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://freshscribbles.wordpress.com/2009/06/16/the-end-meets-the-beginning/</link>
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		<title>What Teachers Make</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(I&#8217;ve put a link to the original poem and the email version I discuss in the analysis.  Please read them before) 
In Taylor Mali’s popular poem, “What Teachers Make, or Objection Overruled, or If things don’t work out, you can always go back to law school,” he stands up for teachers in a lively, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=freshscribbles.wordpress.com&blog=2454510&post=168&subd=freshscribbles&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://freshscribbles.wordpress.com/2009/04/09/what-teachers-make/</link>
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		<title>Reality For Real</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last night i was watching the Bachelor episode i had TiVo-ed.  That&#8217;s when Matt came over.  He said his girlfriend had just dumped him.  He said his girlfriend had felt unloved.  He said he hadn&#8217;t seen it coming.  I had.  Everyone had.  That is, everyone who saw her [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=freshscribbles.wordpress.com&blog=2454510&post=160&subd=freshscribbles&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://freshscribbles.wordpress.com/2009/03/26/reality-for-real/</link>
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		<title>The Break-up Conversation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Can you tell me what it&#8217;s like?&#8221;
&#8220;What?&#8221;
&#8220;Being the biggest JERK in the friggin&#8217; world?!&#8221;
&#8220;Um&#8230;. What are you talking about?&#8221;
&#8220;YOU! Don&#8217;t play stupid.  I saw you with her!  No, correction: I saw you ON her.  All over her.  So you have about five seconds to answer the friggin&#8217; question!&#8221;
&#8220;What question?  What [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=freshscribbles.wordpress.com&blog=2454510&post=151&subd=freshscribbles&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://freshscribbles.wordpress.com/2009/03/25/the-break-up-conversation/</link>
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		<title>Twilight, condensed* &#8230; condensed again</title>
		<description><![CDATA[*As requested, it&#8217;s about a page and a half shorter.  I wasn&#8217;t sure what was wanted, so sorry if this isn&#8217;t exactly it.* 
It all started when I, like, moved up to Forks and my dad got me a piece-of-crap truck.  Which I loved.  Cuz I have this thing for really, really [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=freshscribbles.wordpress.com&blog=2454510&post=142&subd=freshscribbles&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://freshscribbles.wordpress.com/2009/03/18/twilight-condensed-condensed-again/</link>
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		<title>Twilight, condensed*</title>
		<description><![CDATA[* No copyright infringement is intended*
So, like, I was gonna die but I totally didn’t care cuz—guess what?—I had a hot boyfriend, so I’d die happy.  Totally.  But, rewind.  Let me tell you ALL about my life with said boyfriend.  
It all started when I, like, moved up to the little [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=freshscribbles.wordpress.com&blog=2454510&post=134&subd=freshscribbles&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://freshscribbles.wordpress.com/2009/03/17/twilight-condensed/</link>
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		<title>Snow White&#8217;s Secret</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mirror,
Mirrror,
on the wall
I wish to be fairest—
Or prettiest,
maybe loveliest;
I’ll even settle
for Most Likely to Succeed—
of them all.
Make me,
Mirror, please,
something other than that
face that always stares.
Give me princes
and evil mothers;
send me packing,
keep me running—
I’m not picky, I swear.
I’ll live with men too countless;
I’ll make pies,
keep house,
sing to anything with ears.
Just make me pretty,
Magic Mirror,
stuck upon a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=freshscribbles.wordpress.com&blog=2454510&post=128&subd=freshscribbles&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://freshscribbles.wordpress.com/2009/03/05/snow-whites-secret/</link>
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		<title>Excerpt from &#8220;Sacrifice&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was just seventeen when I was chosen to die.  My mother had always promised I was destined for greatness.  But I was only fated for blood.  My father had sworn, on my first birthday, to protect me.  But it was on my seventeenth that he was to sacrifice me.  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=freshscribbles.wordpress.com&blog=2454510&post=114&subd=freshscribbles&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://freshscribbles.wordpress.com/2009/03/02/excerpt-from-sacrifice/</link>
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		<title>Happiness Is&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Writing on mirrors
Air hugs
Silent laughter
The smell of leather
Popping packing bubbles
Late nights
Singing in the car
Romantic comedies
a new pillow
Laughing till you can’t breathe, your sides hurt, and you’re crying
—Making someone laugh like that
The first time you wear something new
Ripping off wrapping paper
Erasing a mistake
Licking the spoon
Crying
Ogling over unavailable guys
A good hair day
Water fights
Crisp dollars
Permanent markers
Rain clouds
High heels
Coloring [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=freshscribbles.wordpress.com&blog=2454510&post=109&subd=freshscribbles&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://freshscribbles.wordpress.com/2009/01/04/happiness-is/</link>
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