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  <author>
   <name>buttermybeer</name>
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  <published>2013-01-30T21:00:22-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-01-30T21:00:22-08:00</updated>
  <title>Hansel &amp; Gretel</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/875058/buttermybeer'&gt;buttermybeer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Fantasy/'&gt;Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Fantasy/Family&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,008, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;First came the stars. Then the castle. Then you. You were huge and strange, like New York City, only with fingertips.&quot;</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>buttermybeer</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/875058/</uri>
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  <published>2012-10-22T09:32:56-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-22T09:32:56-08:00</updated>
  <title>Flying Lessons</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-10-15:story.3065937</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/875058/buttermybeer'&gt;buttermybeer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Fantasy/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 4, Words: 11,447, Reviews: 5, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;And eh, maybe every now and then, I throw in some vodka.&quot; I stared at her for a moment, then looked down at the card. It read: &quot;Flying Lessons: Beginners—Tuesdays 8 pm-10 pm, Advanced—Thursdays 9 pm-11 pm.&quot; Meet Megan Parker, your every-day girl. Who happens to be in love with her best friend. While learning how to fly. Destiny, magic, crazy Russians...bring it on.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>buttermybeer</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/875058/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-10-10T20:39:15-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-10T20:39:15-08:00</updated>
  <title>What Mercreatures Dream Of</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/875058/buttermybeer'&gt;buttermybeer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Fantasy/'&gt;Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Fantasy/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 3,084, Reviews: 2, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Princess Nichovia (Niko) is not your typical princess. Whether she's ditching supper to soar around on her dragon or staging her own death to escape her parents' punishment, one thing is sure: Niko could care about less about ruling. Much more interesting to her is the foreign city of Mysticallis and the dangerous mercreatures who are said to haunt its waters...</summary>
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