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  <author>
   <name>Mirunae</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/822523/</uri>
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  <published>2013-02-14T07:20:11-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-02-14T07:20:11-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Matchmaker</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-12-18:story.3084012</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/822523/Mirunae'&gt;Mirunae&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: K+&lt;br&gt;Romance/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 9, Words: 11,797, Reviews: 6, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;A matchmaker by the name of 'Malt' is famous for helping love-sick teens through her blog. Everyone wants to find out her true identity; everyone except talented high school girl Malisa...AKA Malt.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Mirunae</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/822523/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-07-06T14:04:09-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-07-06T14:04:09-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Fate Of A Spy</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3039399/1/The-Fate-Of-A-Spy"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-07-06:story.3039399</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/822523/Mirunae'&gt;Mirunae&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/Adventure&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 5,541, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Aria thought being a spy meant action, adrenaline and excitement. So that's exactly what she got. Except she got a different kind of action, adrenaline and excitement - the kind that involves spoiled, rich brat Adrian.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Mirunae</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/822523/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-07-04T13:13:51-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-07-04T13:13:51-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Land of Deception</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3038764/1/The-Land-of-Deception"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-07-04:story.3038764</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/822523/Mirunae'&gt;Mirunae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/General/'&gt;General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Romance/Mystery&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 185, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;It's funny how the thing you want the most cannot be yours.&quot; He smiles with a look of regret in his eyes &quot;but that thing that can never be yours, just by it being there, you know that everything will be alright.&quot; Setin watches as tears spill from his friend's eyes, and for once, he pities his friend for being the Crown Prince</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Mirunae</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/822523/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-06-20T05:20:47-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-06-20T05:20:47-08:00</updated>
  <title>Survival Strategy</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3009615/1/Survival-Strategy"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-03-31:story.3009615</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/822523/Mirunae'&gt;Mirunae&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: K+&lt;br&gt;Romance/Adventure&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 6, Words: 10,293, Reviews: 8, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;Who are you?&quot; I asked him. &quot;Don't you know who I am?&quot; He replied, still staring at me. &quot;Wait, aren't you-&quot; But before I could finish my sentence, he leaned in towards me and placed his lips on mine. Gasping for air, I turned around not wanting to face him, but the moment I did, I saw Kevyn. &quot;No! Kevyn, don't shoot!&quot;</summary>
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