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  <published>2012-12-28T21:04:14-08:00</published>
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  <title>Wicked</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/874875/Dr-Strange'&gt;Dr. Strange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Young-Adult/'&gt;Young Adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Humor/Supernatural&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 669, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;It was an evening not unlike this one. There were no stars in the sky, no cars in the streets, and the berds were all decidedly dead or off doing birdly things. It was a good evening.</summary>
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