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 <title>FictionPress.com - WishmiesterBeta's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: WishmiesterBeta</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>WishmiesterBeta</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/607927/</uri>
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  <published>2012-04-19T13:36:30-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-04-19T13:36:30-08:00</updated>
  <title>Hush</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/607927/WishmiesterBeta'&gt;WishmiesterBeta&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/Angst&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,122, Reviews: 2, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;She's lost her mind in the sound of fists on flesh, the crack of bottles smahing over drywall. She keeps her hands on the mattress and her mouth shut. He provides the ginger ale, the quiet rooms for them to run to, the gentle push against her hips.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>WishmiesterBeta</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/607927/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-04-19T13:27:49-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-04-19T13:27:49-08:00</updated>
  <title>Mold</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/607927/WishmiesterBeta'&gt;WishmiesterBeta&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/Angst&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,671, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;When make-up sex doesn't make up for what happened before. When no one knows what to say. When nothing is right.    One shot.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>WishmiesterBeta</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/607927/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-04-19T13:17:30-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-04-19T13:17:30-08:00</updated>
  <title>Fragment</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/607927/WishmiesterBeta'&gt;WishmiesterBeta&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: 534, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;She is the air, and the body she inhabits is her plaything. About Anorexia.   Oneshot</summary>
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