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  <author>
   <name>Colie Rae</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/587719/</uri>
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  <published>2012-05-23T16:54:46-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-05-23T16:54:46-08:00</updated>
  <title>Congratulations, Chloe</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/587719/Colie-Rae'&gt;Colie Rae&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;Romance/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 19, Words: 87,994, Reviews: 60, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;I could play him like a piano. The only problem was, he was Mozart and I was Picasso. Wait, Picasso didn’t play the piano? No wonder I was losing. And who’s that with him? Beethoven? How is this fair?</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Colie Rae</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/587719/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2011-05-08T21:06:10-08:00</published>
  <updated>2011-05-08T21:06:10-08:00</updated>
  <title>When It Rains, It Pours</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/587719/Colie-Rae'&gt;Colie Rae&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;Humor/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 4,698, Reviews: 6, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;As if my day couldn't get worse, he shows up looking like Mr. February in the firefighter calendar. Yep, I'm going to crawl through some bushes and avoid this situation, leaving a sticky trail of unfinished business behind me.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Colie Rae</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/587719/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2009-04-28T21:21:11-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-04-28T21:21:11-08:00</updated>
  <title>Goodbye Past</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2009-04-28:story.2666570</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/587719/Colie-Rae'&gt;Colie Rae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Life/'&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;General/Poetry&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 195, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A villanelle about leaving my gymanstics past--the only life I know--behind and moving on. Written in iambic pentameter.</summary>
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