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  <published>2012-12-17T16:48:37-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-12-17T16:48:37-08:00</updated>
  <title>Of Kettles &amp; Teapots</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/528958/Pineapplely'&gt;Pineapplely&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Fantasy/'&gt;Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Adventure/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 11, Words: 21,650, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Erie Claret was just headed to the city to pick up a spell for her great aunt, until a mysterious man in orange leaves an important piece with her and tells her to deliver it to the king, no questions asked. What other choice does she have but to go? Warning: complete uncomplete story</summary>
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