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  <title>The Girl in the Picture</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/826979/TheInfinite'&gt;TheInfinite&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: T&lt;br&gt;Romance/Friendship&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 4, Words: 4,834, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;Watch where you're going!&quot; the girl I bumped into growled. Her face structure was very familiar. Her uneven brown hair, her emotionless, deep brown eyes, her thin lips, the way her voice projects the hallway. &quot;I've seen you before,&quot; I articulated, not even flinching to her raised fist. &quot;I-&quot; she began, her eyes then began to sadden, her fist lowering, &quot;I've seen you, too.&quot;</summary>
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