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  <author>
   <name>Funinthesun89</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/850839/</uri>
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  <published>2012-09-27T19:30:14-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-09-27T19:30:14-08:00</updated>
  <title>Ms Grey's Attic</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/850839/Funinthesun89'&gt;Funinthesun89&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Kids/'&gt;Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Adventure/Mystery&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 663, Reviews: 2, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Ol' Ms. Grey lives in an enormous three story house, all the windows cloaked in black, except at the very top - where the small attic window has a pink curtain. Angie always stares at that window on the way to school, trying to catch a glimpse of something or someone - one day she stares too much and falls into Ms. Grey's yellow mums. This is the start of Angie and Ms. Grey.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Funinthesun89</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/850839/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-09-02T18:37:21-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-09-02T18:37:21-08:00</updated>
  <title>Off in The Dust</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/850839/Funinthesun89'&gt;Funinthesun89&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Love/'&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 93, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;When you should move on but you don't.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Funinthesun89</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/850839/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-07-15T13:10:04-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-07-15T13:10:04-08:00</updated>
  <title>Red Light, Green Light</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-07-15:story.3042090</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/850839/Funinthesun89'&gt;Funinthesun89&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Horror/'&gt;Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,207, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Stephen is sitting at a red light, after a long night at work, simply relishing in his memories when suddenly there is a thud on his window. It is a homeless, elderly lady - most likely knocking for change. Stephen things that until she is sitting in his back seat, directing him...</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Funinthesun89</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/850839/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-06-26T20:04:18-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-06-26T20:04:18-08:00</updated>
  <title>Switchham Way</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-06-26:story.3036341</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/850839/Funinthesun89'&gt;Funinthesun89&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Horror/'&gt;Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;General/Crime&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,902, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A stranger moves into the small town of Shermore, a writer he calls himself and even changes his name to fit into their community.He dresses in a suit every single day while he has a mansion built for him and his future family. The old lady never liked a rich man and she may have been right about this one...</summary>
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