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  <author>
   <name>MJade10145</name>
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  <published>2012-08-18T10:18:32-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-08-18T10:18:32-08:00</updated>
  <title>Shooting Stars</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/847379/MJade10145'&gt;MJade10145&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;General/Tragedy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 2, Words: 1,371, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;When Haeju moves to a new town to escape her evil father, everything starts going wrong.</summary>
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  <published>2012-08-09T07:39:34-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-08-09T07:39:34-08:00</updated>
  <title>Crystal Clear</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/847379/MJade10145'&gt;MJade10145&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Action/'&gt;Action&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Mystery/Friendship&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,423, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;Jenna!&quot; I called out desperately, for the last time.  Someone grabbed my hand. As I struggled against their tight grip, I thought I saw a glimpse of wavy brown hair.  Then she was gone.  As the stranger pulled me away from the huge fire, I swear I heard my best friend call out, &quot;Cori!&quot; for the last time.</summary>
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