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  <published>2012-10-09T12:07:54-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-09T12:07:54-08:00</updated>
  <title>Second-Hand Life</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/729718/knit-picker'&gt;knit-picker&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/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 4, Words: 7,101, Reviews: 2, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;I suppose I got what I wanted.&quot; - A woman, your rival. Spend five minutes with her, and you will grow to hate her and her ways. Spend five minutes with her, and you will become more judgemental than you ever thought you were - she is the girl everybody wants to be on the good side of. Woe betide you should you be on the bad side. How would you feel raising her child?</summary>
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