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  <author>
   <name>Anterrabae</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/520798/</uri>
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  <published>2008-06-26T10:49:57-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-06-26T10:49:57-08:00</updated>
  <title>Trial By Fire</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/520798/Anterrabae'&gt;Anterrabae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/General/'&gt;General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: M&lt;br&gt;Drama/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 6,648, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;For years, I lived with the voice in my head--the voice that told me that I didn't deserve happiness, didn't deserve to live, and most of all, that I didn't deserve to eat. Learning to silence it was the hardest and most important thing I've ever done.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Anterrabae</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/520798/</uri>
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  <published>2006-12-17T11:03:26-08:00</published>
  <updated>2006-12-17T11:03:26-08:00</updated>
  <title>Bound</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/520798/Anterrabae'&gt;Anterrabae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Supernatural/'&gt;Supernatural&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Supernatural/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 14, Words: 52,142, Reviews: 67, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;The blade sliced into her thumb, drawing forth a ribbon of blood that dripped down across her palm.  She curled her fingers over it and squeezed.  Yes, there was beauty in the way the cut stung, in the way that her blood ran and fell back to the earth...</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Anterrabae</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/520798/</uri>
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  <published>2006-04-17T13:35:11-08:00</published>
  <updated>2006-04-17T13:35:11-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Dance</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/520798/Anterrabae'&gt;Anterrabae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Young-Adult/'&gt;Young Adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Drama/Angst&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,428, Reviews: 2, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;One Shot.  Completed.  He is following her again, through the darkened alleyway in this small city...It is a dance and she is leading, as she was incapable of doing for ages…</summary>
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