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  <title>Mr_Moldybread's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>LOL</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-08-06T00:13:39Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">H&#225;ckers- Chapter One- Josh</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Josh was sitting at his computer, wondering what to hack next. &amp;#8220;Hmmmmm,&amp;#8221; he thought, &amp;#8220;Of course! The Bank! I&amp;#8217;ll hack in and transfer a ton of funds to my bank account!&amp;#8221; So, Josh gets to work hacking the bank. After a day and a half of strenuous work, he manages to get into the bank&amp;#8217;s computers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Ok, now all I have to do is select the amount of cash I want&amp;#8221; He says aloud. Suddenly, a giant red banner comes onto his computer screen, saying &amp;#8220;ACCESS  DENIED , REPORTING  TO AUTHORITIES . 30  SECONDS UNTIL THE F .B.I.  ARRIVES AT THE PREMISES &amp;#8221; Uh-Oh&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;Josh starts to hurriedly pack up all of the things he could need while on the lam. He starts to open the back door when the front door busts open. Five heavily armed F.B.I. Agents rush in and spot Josh. Josh takes off in a sprint, running down the street, dodging cars and the agents at the same time was tough. After a few minutes, Josh looks back to see if they were still following him, but he couldn&amp;#8217;t see them. He runs down the alley to see an abandoned mansion&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-07-13T00:10:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-06T00:13:39Z</updated>
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      <name>Mr_Moldybread</name>
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    <title type="text">The Pencil</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The pencil starts out as a piece of wood,&lt;br /&gt;life is sweet, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;Until man comes and chops down the tree,&lt;br /&gt;who endures the pain, silently.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Then the wood goes to a factory,&lt;br /&gt;it&amp;#8217;s then manufactured quickly.&lt;br /&gt;But it&amp;#8217;s not happy and good,&lt;br /&gt;for this remnant, of the wood.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Then they&amp;#8217;re shopped off for our use,&lt;br /&gt;but they must be ready for our abuse.&lt;br /&gt;Biting and Scraping, and sharpening too,&lt;br /&gt;What can this poor pencil do!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;At last the pencil is at its final stand,&lt;br /&gt;thrown away by our cruel hand.&lt;br /&gt;It now never sees its nephew or niece,&lt;br /&gt;all it can do now, is rest in peace.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-07-03T00:15:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-31T02:39:36Z</updated>
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      <name>Mr_Moldybread</name>
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