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  <title>Blair's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>i hate this.
trying to write something about myself.
i get limited space to describe me.
a whole person in a paragraph.
ALRIGHT:
I'm lauren or blair. 
I like my life, 
and I get bored alot.
So send me notes
sonn.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-02T22:16:16Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Chuckles Escape!</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;We ran down the escalator and heard security telling us to wait. What would you do? Wait for them to come yell at you for running? big deal, so we kept sprinting. &lt;br /&gt;We made it out the door in seconds flat, and hid behind a parked car till the security gave up. &lt;br /&gt;We started our journey home by foot. Then a car turned around the corner making a  SCREEEACH  sound. &lt;br /&gt;I saw Chuckles car coming. Coming fast.&lt;br /&gt;We all jumped into a bush which was &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; painful I might add. Chuckles rolled down her window and looked out among the bushes we were hiding in. &lt;br /&gt;The light turned green, and she was off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lucky us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-08T02:19:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-02T22:16:16Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blair</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/laurenblair</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Rock Bottom</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;When a mom considers your best guy friends not guys, I think we have hit rock bottom.  AKA  miles and nick. Well, they aren&amp;#8217;t my friends, but Alyse&amp;#8217;s friends. And her mom considers them not guys. Ouch, denied and rejected. Poor them.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23693</id>
    <published>2008-03-08T02:18:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-02T21:49:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blair</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/laurenblair</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Ehh Chuckles</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Strolling around the mall with four best friends sure gets tiring. Alyse, Amanda, Amaca and me where sure some shoppers. WE spotted Jordella stuffing her face with sushi in the food court, so we ran to see if there was any left. &lt;br /&gt;Amanda and I took care of the last row of California Rolls, and rubbed our stomachs in satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;ahhh mayan!&amp;#8221; shouted Amanda, and we all looked in her direction to see Chuckles coming out from Barnes and Noble. &lt;strong&gt;run!&lt;/strong&gt; and thats exactly what we did.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-08T02:18:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T15:15:06Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blair</name>
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    <title type="text">Go Sponge</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Spongebob is one of the shows that everyone hates but still doesn&amp;#8217;t bother to change the channel when it is on, okay only sometimes. I&amp;#8217;m watching it right now, and I think his voice is as annoying as &lt;strong&gt;halle&amp;#8217;s&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe not as much.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his character is one, if you really think about it, that everyone wants to be like. Not the whole &amp;#8220;stupid sponge thing&amp;#8221; but the happy attitude thing. I personally wish I had his views on special situations, and knew how to make a totally boring day fun, but I don&amp;#8217;t. Well, all I can do is watch and be amused. : ]&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-08T01:35:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-02T21:49:53Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blair</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/laurenblair</uri>
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    <title type="text">Kidnapped dream</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s basically kidnapping.&lt;br /&gt;What they did to me and everyone by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it, we were raised with religion and shoved to a private school that takes any individuality as a crime. &lt;br /&gt;Forced to be only in a controlled enviorment and looked down upon when voices reached what they called &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;disrespectful, and not meant for inside.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;But complaining wouldn&amp;#8217;t do much to brain washed adults that think that kids are fun little pets to feed and train. &lt;br /&gt;One more year till I&amp;#8217;m out, but being out doesn&amp;#8217;t mean much if all these years I had been shown only one world that lied inside the stone cold hallways. If i got out would I know how to behave, and would i have a mind of my own. &lt;br /&gt;Or had this lifestyle taken not only my indivuduality but my freedom too? &lt;br /&gt;So i ask myself, is this place is considered prison and I am a mere child kidnapped against my will.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19477</id>
    <published>2008-01-28T05:55:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T02:48:40Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blair</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/laurenblair</uri>
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    <title type="text">Power and a Little Bit of Luck</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s just so easy,&lt;br /&gt;To believe a lie.&lt;br /&gt;They shoot me a glance&lt;br /&gt;And capture my eye.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to this world?&lt;br /&gt;A social horror scene.&lt;br /&gt;These kids today,&lt;br /&gt;Ain&amp;#8217;t so clean.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Whats left to finish?&lt;br /&gt;Only half compare,&lt;br /&gt;The young are the future.&lt;br /&gt;But aren&amp;#8217;t aware.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;Believing a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;m only human,&lt;br /&gt;And all i can do is try.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/17623</id>
    <published>2008-01-05T05:19:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T21:56:14Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blair</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/laurenblair</uri>
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