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 <title>FictionPress.com - Cearta Day's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Cearta Day</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>Cearta Day</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/856877/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-12-24T14:24:02-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-12-24T14:24:02-08:00</updated>
  <title>No One Cares</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/856877/Cearta-Day'&gt;Cearta Day&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;Friendship/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 3, Words: 3,417, Reviews: 3, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;You don't seem that concerned that your life means nothing.&quot; &quot;I'm more concerned you don't like the latte.&quot;</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Cearta Day</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/856877/</uri>
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  <published>2012-12-23T08:51:34-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-12-23T08:51:34-08:00</updated>
  <title>Blue and White</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/856877/Cearta-Day'&gt;Cearta Day&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;Angst/Tragedy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 462, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Once there was a boy with innocent blue eyes who fell in love with a girl tortured by a devil's soul.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Cearta Day</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/856877/</uri>
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  <published>2012-12-04T20:44:29-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-12-04T20:44:29-08:00</updated>
  <title>In the Time It Takes to Write This</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/856877/Cearta-Day'&gt;Cearta Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/School/'&gt;School&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Tragedy/Angst&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 207, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A poem written in the middle of the night during another episode</summary>
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