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  <title>Kiarra's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>I love to write poetry and stories. I was born a writer. Been writing since I was a baby and could hold a pen. Yeah of course, I was only scribbling at the time, but I was writing, on everything, lol. Thats all I know..and I love it. Its always been a way to let of my frustrations, my express my feelings and just....I dont know...let it flow. I love to show my creativity. I also love to draw. I feel like, when I was born I should have came with a stationary set. Thats how much I love to write.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-01-28T01:57:43Z</updated>
  <id>http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/born2write</id>
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  <link rel="license" title="Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5 License" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5/"/>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Touch 13</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/14680"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What happened after that&amp;#8221;, she asked the clerk.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Nothing. They left and I never saw either of them again&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Rachel frowned. She was hoping he knew more. The story he told her was interesting but it sitll didn&amp;#8217;t explain why the room was haunted. Nor did it explain how they were linked to the accident or the news coverage she had saw. It was all just too weird. She couldn&amp;#8217;t think straight and she felt like her head was swimming. She could barely keep her eyes open. She wanted to sleep but she was afraid to go back to that room.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I know I might be asking a little to much, but do you think you could come up to my room with me&amp;#8221;, she asked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;And do what&amp;#8221;, he asked with a smile.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Just stay with me. Im afraid&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;But what about the front desk&amp;#8221;, he asked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;The roads are blocked. Its storming outside. I doubt anyone is coming this way&amp;#8221;, she told him.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, I guess it would be ok&amp;#8221;, he said&amp;#8230;and followed her back to the room.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/14680</id>
    <published>2007-11-26T22:44:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T01:57:43Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Book of Mona 18</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/14594"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;She concentrated on the trees and the grass and the road, until they were finally at her place. She opened the door and got out, slinging her bag on her shoulder she was about to tell him bye, but he asked, &amp;#8220;You mind if I come in for a glass of water, I&amp;#8217;m really thirsty&amp;#8221;. She wanted to say no you cant come in but, she didn&amp;#8217;t. He followed her inside. She told him to wait in the hallway while she got the water. Michael noticed a door slightly open, clothes spread all over the floor. He was about to peep in when Mona came back with the water. She handed it to him. &amp;#8220;Thank you&amp;#8221;, he said. &amp;#8220;Ok&amp;#8230;well, I need to use the bathroom, be right back&amp;#8221;, Mona said and walked quickly down the hallway and into a door on the right. When he heard the door close he looked inside the slightly opened door and saw that it was her bedroom, he looked around the corner to make sure she wasn&amp;#8217;t coming, then he went inside. Stepping over the clothes in the middle of the floor, he looked around the room.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/14594</id>
    <published>2007-11-26T04:11:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-24T06:09:27Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Book of Mona 17</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/14412"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Sit&amp;#8221;, Pay said to her. When she was seated, her sister looked sadly into her eyes and asked, &amp;#8220;You ok&amp;#8221;. &amp;#8220;No, I want to go home&amp;#8221;, Mona said. &amp;#8220;Ok, I&amp;#8217;ll get Michael to drive you back&amp;#8221;. &amp;#8220;No, I&amp;#8217;ll call a cab or something&amp;#8221;, Mona said. Payton got up from the chair and said,&amp;#8221;I&amp;#8217;ll go get Michael.&amp;#8221; The last thing she wanted to do was be stuck in a car with Michael. Why was her sister so stubborn. Before she knew it Michael was in front of her asking, You ready?&amp;#8221;She didn&amp;#8217;t say a word, just got up and followed behind him. He tryed to take her hand but she snatched it away, &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m fine&amp;#8221;.So he walked a head of her. She walked slowly behind him out of the house and to the car.She waited on the passenger side until he unlocked the door.She opened the door and slid in, slammed the door a little to hard.&amp;#8221;You ok&amp;#8221;,he asked her as he slid into to the drivers side.She nodded her head and turned towards the side window so she wouldn&amp;#8217;t have to look at him.He started the car and took off down the road. It was the longest car ride ever.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/14412</id>
    <published>2007-11-24T07:27:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-21T11:33:05Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Vouyer (Sick Challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11888"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It took all day. From 6 that morning she had been waiting to see his car round that corner. It was now 6pm. He was late. Had he some how changed his plans. Every morning he met his mistress at the same restuarant. But today something was different. She had been watching them for a week. It had become an obsession.They sat at there usual spot. His mistress started to cry. She focused in on the womans lips, trying to make some sense out of what was happening. But it all happened to fast. This man she didn&amp;#8217;t know but admired so much, jumped up to leave, making a mad dash to his car. His mistress continued to cry. For a week she had secretly watched this couple, believing she had wanted what they had. But in truth, she was only a viewer of a few shared moments. She hadn&amp;#8217;t seen the full picture. What the vouyer didn&amp;#8217;t know was, the woman he was meeting everyday was his wife, and the last moment she witness was his wife telling him that she was leaving him for another woman. Never can judge a book by its cover.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11888</id>
    <published>2007-10-21T02:02:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T17:44:37Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Why did it have to be blue</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11848"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;When you asked me whats wrong, I didnt know what to say. The things Im feeling seem to have no real meaning. Explaination fails me. I sat and held the phone, wishing I could tell you how Im feeling, but the words never came. I sit now with the only word that can come close to my pain. Blue. A day too late, but thats how I felt. Blue. Down in the dumps. No happy, no hope. Just sad. And I had no reason, that I was aware of. I guess I lost control. Control of what? I have no idea. Just know I never meant it to be that way. The minutes we have are so few and I wasted them away. I wish so badly I could turn back time and tell you how I felt. For all the colors in the rainbow, the saddest of them all is blue. Red can be related to anger, fire. Green is associated with jealousy. White can be viewed as purity, yellow is thought of as cowardly. Some people view black as dark or evil, grey sometimes considered dull. But of all the colors in the world, when you called me that night, why did my color have to be blue?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11848</id>
    <published>2007-10-20T18:56:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T17:11:53Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Book of Mona 16</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11717"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;She felt really stupid. Should have just stayed home. &amp;#8220;You wanna dance&amp;#8221;, Michael asked her. She shook her head. &amp;#8220;You sure&amp;#8221;, he asked again. She wondered if he knew he were frowning. She felt bad for saying no, but she just didn&amp;#8217;t feel comfortable. She felt like she was holding him back. &amp;#8220;You can go dance if you want&amp;#8221;, she said into his ear. He smiled and said, &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;ll be right back&amp;#8221;. She didn&amp;#8217;t think she could feel any lower until she looked up and saw that Michael was dancing with her sister. Grinding up against her backside, while Lenny danced in front of her. Payton looked so happy, sandwhiched between too men. Mona went and sat down on an empty sofa. She layed her head on her arm, cold wet tears sliding down her face, trickling down her arm. She felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up. It was her sister. She gestered toward two swinging doors, so she got up and followed her. The doors lead to a big kitchen with a dinning area. Payton pulled her toward a long black table and pulled out two chairs.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11717</id>
    <published>2007-10-18T20:36:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T19:05:40Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Touch 12</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11716"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The moment the words left my mouth she started to cry. Dropping to her knees she covered her face with her hands. I looked around the corner to make sure noone was coming and I stepped into the room closing the door behind me. I managed to calm her down enough to get her talking. Basically what she told me was, the night before last she had accidently called out some other guys name during sex and he flipped out on her. Knocked her on the floor and threw a glass at her. It shattered into pieces and he had forced her to pick up the pieces with her hands. Of course her hands were cut up. He wouldn&amp;#8217;t allow her to go to the bathroom to clean herself up, so he told her to wipe her hands on her shirt. I was shocked at her story but believed her over the lies he had obviously told me. She also told me that the girl who was working last night was cussed out by him because she was cleaning their room when they came back for the night, and he accused her of stealing. I was afraid to stay much longer so I bolted.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11716</id>
    <published>2007-10-18T20:22:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T19:16:15Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Touch 11</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11715"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;He also said that he had gotten frustrated with her because of the stupid things she does sometimes. It didnt make sense to me but I wasn&amp;#8217;t about to question him on it. I didn&amp;#8217;t work the next night so I dont know exactly what went on, but the girl who worked in my place walked out the door crying when I walked in. I asked around but noone would say a word. So I decided to do a little investigating of my own. That morning I saw the guy leave the hotel, Cameron wasn&amp;#8217;t with him. The moment the door closed behind him, I knocked on the door claiming to be room service. She opened the door immediately. I was stupid to go to her door without a plan but I knew I had to hurry because I had no idea how long that guy of hers would be gone. &amp;#8220;Room Service?&amp;#8221;, she asked&amp;#8230;looking at me strangely. &amp;#8220;Oh, I was&amp;#8230;um&amp;#8230;just checking to see if you needed anything&amp;#8221;, I stumbled. &amp;#8220;No, Im fine&amp;#8221;, she said. She started to close the door but I held it open. I decided to be bold and come right out and ask. &amp;#8220;Did he hurt you?&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11715</id>
    <published>2007-10-18T20:12:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T10:32:06Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Book of Mona 15</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11714"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;She jumped and almost screamed. It was Michael. He leaned over and screamed in her ear, &amp;#8220;Stick with me so you want get lost&amp;#8221;. She held tightly to his hand as he pulled her along. They had finally made it to a less crowded part of the house. A room with tables, chairs and sofa&amp;#8217;s. People were spread out in their little corners, kissing and touching and&amp;#8230;she turned her head away&amp;#8230;she couldn&amp;#8217;t believe her eyes. A couple in the corner was having sex. &amp;#8220;Look&amp;#8221;, she said to Michael as she pointed in that direction. &amp;#8220;Yeah, happens all the time&amp;#8221;, he said. Her eyes widened. &amp;#8220;All the time?&amp;#8221;, she asked. He nodded his head. She felt like she must have been living in a time warp for years. She scanned the room for her sister. There was a group of people in the middle of the room dancing. And her sister was one of them. Grinding all up on Lenny, like her life depended on it. Clothes so tight, they looked like they were painted on. As she looked around she noticed that everyone their was probably younger than she was.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11714</id>
    <published>2007-10-18T19:56:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T23:09:07Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Touch 10</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11692"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;They couldn&amp;#8217;t have been in their for more than five minutes and they were already going at it. I could here her moaning loudly. Just the sound of it turned me on. I wished it was me giving it to her hard and fast. Then things got really quiet. I was about to leave when I heard glass breaking and a scream. I knocked on the door and asked if everything was ok. I was surprised when she came to the door in a tight pink t-shirt and white panties. She had tears running down her face and there was blood on her hands. I wanted to ask her what happened but I just stood their like an idiot with my mouth hanging open. Then her husband came and snatched her away from the door, gave me a dirty look and slammed the door in my face. I should have called the cops, but being the coward that I am I just went back to the front desk. The next morning the guy walked up to me and apologized about the other night. He explained that Cameron had knocked a glass on the floor and tried to scoop up the pieces with her hands.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11692</id>
    <published>2007-10-18T02:44:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-12T04:36:55Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Book of Mona 14</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11691"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;And she caught a glimpse of that same crooked smile he had used on her earlier. In that moment her excitement had died. What was she thinking anyway. But it was too late now. Her sister had already knocked on the door, and it was opening. A big burly dude stood in the door way. He smiled at Pay, he obviously knew her. She&amp;#8217;s probably sucked him off before. He leaned down and she whispered something in his ears. He laughed a goofy laughed that should never come from someone who looks as big and bad as him, just didn&amp;#8217;t fit. He stepped back and they all walked in. The place was packed, wall to wall. Music blasting so loud, the bass thumped in her ears. They had to slide between people. Slimy bodys of strangers touching her skin. She cringed inside. She felt like she would get lost. Some how she was in the back and she lost sight of the people she was with. She looked around frantically, trying hard not to bump into anyone as she passed thru, but that was impossible. Someone grabbed her hand.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11691</id>
    <published>2007-10-18T01:58:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-13T10:17:54Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Touch 9</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11538"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Come to think of it, the couple you just described reminds me of this couple who came here on their honeymoon&amp;#8221;, Ryan said.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;The girl&amp;#8217;s name was Cameron, but I cant remember the guys name. Anyway, this chick was really hot. I remember she&amp;#8217;d always just walk right out in this tiny bikini to go to the Jacuzzi. This guy didn&amp;#8217;t seem like the type a girl like her would go for and I often found myself wondering if I could ever have a chance with her.&amp;#8221; You might think Im some kind of creep when I tell you this, but like you said it gets boring around here. Just knowing that someone as beautiful as her was here in this hotel&amp;#8230;well, it excited me. They&amp;#8217;d always go out for the day and come stumbling in drunk at night. Sometimes her clothes were just about falling off or half way on, sometimes inside out. They&amp;#8217;d obviously been having some fun on the way back. Curiosity got the best of me one night. I walked over to their room and listened at the door.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11538</id>
    <published>2007-10-15T21:39:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-09T02:56:02Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Book of Mona 13</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11533"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;She was already starting to sweat. She clutched her bag to her chest as she leaned against the car. Luckily she had it sitting in her lap during the ride or she probably would have forgotten it on the seat as fast as she exited the car. Her sister got out a few seconds later. &amp;#8220;You ok?&amp;#8221;, Pay asked her. &amp;#8220;Yeah, why?&amp;#8221;. &amp;#8220;You look a little flushed, thats all&amp;#8221;. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m good&amp;#8221;, Mona said. She jumped when she heard two doors slam. The guys were just now getting out of the car. They must have been discussing them. That made her nervous. She glanced over at Michael and her heart sped up again. &amp;#8220;You ready to go&amp;#8221;, Pay asked. &amp;#8220;As ready as I&amp;#8217;ll ever be&amp;#8221;. They all walked up to the house together. The music was so loud it could be heard from the outside. Pay and her date Lenny walked in front, Mona and Michael walked behind them, side by side. She tryed not to glanced over at him but she couldn&amp;#8217;t help it. Her heart sunk in her chest when she noticed he was checking out her sister. His eyes focused on her backside.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11533</id>
    <published>2007-10-15T20:59:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-13T19:50:06Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Touch 8</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11405"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Ryan, I bet you pay close attention to the people who stay here.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Why would you say that&amp;#8221;, he asked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, Im just guessing you get bored just standing around. You probably have to find ways to entertain yourself. And what better way than to check out your guests&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Are you implying I spy on my guests&amp;#8221;, he asked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You said it, not me. Anyway, Im just wondering if maybe you have a few strange stories of people who&amp;#8217;ve stayed here. Maybe&amp;#8230;something recent&amp;#8221;, she asked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Actually yeah, there was a couple that stayed here recently that I&amp;#8217;ll never forget.&amp;#8221; I can only imagine the things that went on in that room.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What room was that&amp;#8221;, she asked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Room 223.The room next to yours&amp;#8221;, he said.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;d love to hear about it, I&amp;#8217;ve got all night&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11405</id>
    <published>2007-10-13T22:03:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-12T02:07:41Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Touch 7</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11345"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Um&amp;#8230;ok. Is there something I can do for you&amp;#8221;, he asked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Talk to me&amp;#8221;, she said.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Ok. What would you like to talk about&amp;#8221;, he asked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Did you see the news about the accident?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;The one that just happened?&amp;#8221;, he asked&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Yeah, the young couple. They were on their way to this hotel&amp;#8221;, she said.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;How would you know that?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;They said it on the news&amp;#8221;, she told him.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Thats impossible&amp;#8221;, he said.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I know what I saw&amp;#8221;, she said.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;The accident just happened, how would it be on the news already&amp;#8221;, he asked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She opened her mouth to speak but closed it.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I dont understand. I just saw a news report about it&amp;#8221;, she said as she wiped her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What did the couple look like&amp;#8221;, he asked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, the women had black hair, big dark brown eyes, she was tanned. The man was sort of pale, dark hair, wore glasses&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The clerk shifted from side to side. She leaned against the counter to get a closer look at his name tag.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;So your name is Ryan&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He nodded his head.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11345</id>
    <published>2007-10-13T00:53:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-10T15:20:01Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Kiarra</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/born2write</uri>
    </author>
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