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  <published>2012-10-15T09:18:37-08:00</published>
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  <title>The Story of Us</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/731485/MisUnd3rSt0od'&gt;MisUnd3rSt0od&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/Friendship&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 9, Words: 44,722, Reviews: 5, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;My silence spins his emotions in a different direction. His eyes shift to my lips and I don't give him time to think or consider what we're about to do. I act with what my whole existence is screaming and kiss him. I forget that were in a public park where children play or even the fact that I'm supposed to be falling for Sebastian. All I know and care about in this moment is Kris.</summary>
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