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  <author>
   <name>punkturnedwriter</name>
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  <published>2010-01-18T03:40:33-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-01-18T03:40:33-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Champagne Gang</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/502138/punkturnedwriter'&gt;punkturnedwriter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Drama/Suspense&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 23, Words: 197,541, Reviews: 3984, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;...&quot;Does that kiss have anything to do with why we're on a train to New York in the middle of the night?&quot;</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>punkturnedwriter</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/502138/</uri>
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  <published>2010-01-15T02:52:24-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-01-15T02:52:24-08:00</updated>
  <title>We're Like Dom Perignon</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/502138/punkturnedwriter'&gt;punkturnedwriter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Drama/Friendship&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 4,911, Reviews: 160, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Summer buys a lot of Kleenex and lets her sleep in her bed and Zach emails her about how sexually frustrated this is making him. Because apparently a boy and a girl can't be friends. First in a series of one-shots about The Champagne Gang. Various OCs.</summary>
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