Meeting Notes and Assignment

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Meeting Date: February 5th, 2017

Story Challenge Details:


  • Setting: Mystery
  • First Person
  • Items: Apples, Highchair, Shovel, Cards
Next Meeting: March 5th, 2017.

If you would like to join this meeting, please email appwritersguild@gmail.com

-Appalachian Writer's Guild

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