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  <author>
   <name>LittleMissAfflicted</name>
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  <published>2013-01-17T17:06:50-08:00</published>
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  <title>Fall</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/876442/LittleMissAfflicted'&gt;LittleMissAfflicted&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: T&lt;br&gt;Romance/Hurt/Comfort&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 4,299, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;A girl, and a boy, and a not-quite-love story that has yet to end. But when it finally does, will the girl fall in... or down?</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>LittleMissAfflicted</name>
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  <published>2012-10-28T13:27:10-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-28T13:27:10-08:00</updated>
  <title>Red</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/876442/LittleMissAfflicted'&gt;LittleMissAfflicted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Biography/'&gt;Biography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;General/Hurt/Comfort&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 612, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;It stains her memories. Flecks her emotions. Swallows her torn heart. A thing whose incessant beating she tires of but doesn't hinder, because when there is no one there, it whispers. When the world is only red, it reminds her: It'll be alright. You're alive.</summary>
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