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  <author>
   <name>Lurexia528</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/886895/</uri>
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  <published>2012-12-10T01:54:26-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-12-10T01:54:26-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Trigger</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/886895/Lurexia528'&gt;Lurexia528&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;Angst/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 449, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;In a desolate building clear of all color stands two people: a man and a woman; a friend and a companion; a mark and a victim.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Lurexia528</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/886895/</uri>
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  <published>2012-12-08T03:21:12-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-12-08T03:21:12-08:00</updated>
  <title>A Secret End</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/886895/Lurexia528'&gt;Lurexia528&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;Romance/Mystery&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 452, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;It's Christmas Eve. I'm standing here, alone, cold, and desperate. Oh, how I long for him again. How I want to just hold him in my arms one last time. How I want to see his sweet, beautiful face one last time. ...I just can't believe it. I can't.</summary>
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