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   <name>Jemia</name>
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  <published>2010-07-30T22:36:41-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-07-30T22:36:41-08:00</updated>
  <title>Mopeds Come in Pink</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/620718/Jemia'&gt;Jemia&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/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 13,518, Reviews: 115, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;The boy was gorgeous. Slap his face on a Calvin Klein underwear ad and I swear, those boxers would sell. It's just too bad we attended rival schools. Contact was off-limits. But then again, he had never been big on following rules...</summary>
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