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 <title>FictionPress.com - Paper Wii's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Paper Wii</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>Paper Wii</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/784221/</uri>
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  <published>2012-10-07T20:14:53-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-07T20:14:53-08:00</updated>
  <title>Ich Will Nicht Sterben</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3063921/1/Ich-Will-Nicht-Sterben"/>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/784221/Paper-Wii'&gt;Paper Wii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Historical/'&gt;Historical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Angst/Tragedy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,013, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;In the eve of World War 2, a German SS officer named Algiberto is filled with guilt about the killing of innocent people, including ones he shot himself. However, you can't just hang up your Luger and say you don't want to be part of the SS anymore. You're in there until you die. But before he can kill himself, he meets a man in the same situation as he and they try to rebel.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Paper Wii</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/784221/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-04-10T13:27:24-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-04-10T13:27:24-08:00</updated>
  <title>Comrade</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/784221/Paper-Wii'&gt;Paper Wii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Historical/'&gt;Historical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Suspense/Friendship&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,061, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Sweat went down his brow. Iosif knew a German soldier could run out from behind the damaged door and shoot his head right off with an MP40. He kept going anyway. If he was a soldier, he was going to at least act like it. For Mother Russia!</summary>
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