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  <title>Comments on 'My Plan'</title>
  <subtitle>I sat there waiting for her, so anxious to see her face. My plan was going along smoothly. She would be mine soon enough. I would hold her in my arms, and everyone would know we were together. Everyone would know that all those years, I was really the cool one. The popular one. A smirk played on my lips. Too bad Andrew couldn't see him now. He'd be proud of his best friend. He wasn't the sidekick anymore. He was becoming somebody. Everyone was begining to recognize Jacob as the leader of the pack. Not Andrew's little friend.
He saw Sam walking down the path to were he was. Yes. His plan was going along fine.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-14T13:24:13Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on My Plan</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Really jarring and confusing switch from first to third person.  I know I&amp;#8217;m at a disadvantage not having read the series, but that made it way harder to follow.  I do like the psychology of it, that almost desperate need to be something else and the anticipation of nearly coming true.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-14T13:24:13Z</published>
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      <name>THX 0477</name>
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