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  <author>
   <name>rochemusique</name>
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  <published>2010-03-15T21:15:43-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-03-15T21:15:43-08:00</updated>
  <title>Sometimes You Get Tricked</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/610623/rochemusique'&gt;rochemusique&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/Supernatural&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,120, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Anyone can pretend to be a magician. They can learn card tricks, pull coins out of ears, even saw a woman in half. But me, I, I am a real magician. And my trick will be magic.&quot;</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>rochemusique</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/610623/</uri>
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  <published>2010-03-04T21:09:37-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-03-04T21:09:37-08:00</updated>
  <title>Camp Cara</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2009-12-28:story.2757544</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/610623/rochemusique'&gt;rochemusique&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&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 6, Words: 12,637, Reviews: 21, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;When I thought about how I was going to spend my summer before college, I thought about hitting up the beach for days on the soft sand. I dreamt of shopping and partying with my friends. Instead, I'm here, fat camp. But, so is the athletic instructor.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>rochemusique</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/610623/</uri>
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  <published>2009-03-26T04:12:07-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-03-26T04:12:07-08:00</updated>
  <title>I'm Not Afraid</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-08-04:story.2554459</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/610623/rochemusique'&gt;rochemusique&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: 29, Words: 46,207, Reviews: 122, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;One word to describe me? Fearless. One word to describe him? Annoying. For a guy supposedly known for being polite, kind, and fun to be around, he sure was rude, petty, and no fun whatsoever. But, then again, he thought the same thing about me.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>rochemusique</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/610623/</uri>
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  <published>2009-03-26T04:11:44-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-03-26T04:11:44-08:00</updated>
  <title>To See Is To Believe</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-08-08:story.2556682</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/610623/rochemusique'&gt;rochemusique&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&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 27, Words: 28,739, Reviews: 42, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Could you hand me that magazine?&quot; I asked. &quot;Sorry, I can't.&quot; the girl said. &quot;Are you blind or something? It's right there!&quot; I replied. &quot;Actually, yes I am.&quot; she said. &quot;Are what?&quot; I asked. &quot;Blind.&quot;</summary>
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