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 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: SoCuteandKawaii</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>SoCuteandKawaii</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/766084/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-11-12T11:39:48-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-11-12T11:39:48-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Most Beautiful Snowflake</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/766084/SoCuteandKawaii'&gt;SoCuteandKawaii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/General/'&gt;General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Poetry/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 151, Reviews: 3, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;When you want to hold onto something or someone so badly, yet know it is never yours to begin with.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>SoCuteandKawaii</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/766084/</uri>
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  <published>2011-09-05T07:16:12-08:00</published>
  <updated>2011-09-05T07:16:12-08:00</updated>
  <title>Afterlife</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2011-04-06:story.2905504</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/766084/SoCuteandKawaii'&gt;SoCuteandKawaii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Spiritual/'&gt;Spiritual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Drama/Spiritual&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 4, Words: 6,886, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;A wife and mother with a dull, pedestrian life suddenly dies in a car crash and goes to heaven. I have been fascinated by books on the afterlife/heaven so this is my attempt! Religious themes, but not preachy, just having fun.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>SoCuteandKawaii</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/766084/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2011-03-01T09:00:39-08:00</published>
  <updated>2011-03-01T09:00:39-08:00</updated>
  <title>A Child At Play</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2011-03-01:story.2895392</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/766084/SoCuteandKawaii'&gt;SoCuteandKawaii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Family/'&gt;Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Family/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 154, Reviews: 6, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A poem I wrote for my three year old son last summer, as I was watching him play in the yard.</summary>
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