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  <author>
   <name>Dannya</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/727724/</uri>
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  <published>2011-05-05T09:14:26-08:00</published>
  <updated>2011-05-05T09:14:26-08:00</updated>
  <title>Suicide Hot Line</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/727724/Dannya'&gt;Dannya&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/Friendship&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 27, Words: 46,698, Reviews: 255, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;-“Suicide hot line, how can I help you?” He answered, still roaming the internet for stuff to do. “By concentrating more.” The girl replied and he smiled. It’s the brat again.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Dannya</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/727724/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2011-01-22T03:56:09-08:00</published>
  <updated>2011-01-22T03:56:09-08:00</updated>
  <title>Diary Deal</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-09-23:story.2849904</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/727724/Dannya'&gt;Dannya&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/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 21, Words: 36,841, Reviews: 51, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Keeping a diary. It's normal for the average teenager, you can express your feelings in it. Talk about your problems and your crush. Things not to do: lose it and let someone else find it. &quot;There’s a choice: Either this diary will be handed to him, or...&quot;</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Dannya</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/727724/</uri>
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  <published>2010-09-15T10:32:17-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-09-15T10:32:17-08:00</updated>
  <title>Fifty Two Flavors</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-06-04:story.2813907</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/727724/Dannya'&gt;Dannya&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: 11, Words: 16,932, Reviews: 17, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;You don't like ice cream?&quot; Julia nodded, wondering what was so weird about it, and she nervously blinked when he grinned widely at her. &quot;In that case, I'll make it my goal to find a flavor you like.&quot; Complete</summary>
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