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  <title>TheWickedHaveMoreFun's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>^_~ Yo, everyone. Wicked here. I'm 16 and a high school senior. I'm an anime addict, I love various kinds of music, ranging from country to rock to showtunes.</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-07-26T02:32:31Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">New Notch</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyn hugged it close to her chest, her green eyes sparkling softly behind her glasses. &#8220;And when the baby comes, it&#8217;ll belong to him or her.&#8221; She laughed quietly. &#8220;Of course, somehow Patty and I are going to have to figure out how to share it between this one and her and Dominic&#8217;s new addition.&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Alison stared at her mother blankly for a moment. &#8220;Wow, Mom&#8230;you really need to get a life if you remember all that.&#8221; Lyn rolled her eyes and carefully set Booboo down on one of the boxes with a heavy sigh.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Ally, when you&#8217;re a mom, you&#8217;ll understand.&#8221; She paused and said quickly before the teenager could reply. &#8220;I want mint ice cream.&#8221; Lyn hurried out of the attic.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Alison eyed the bear warily. &#8220;Legacy, huh?&#8221; Rolling her eyes, she started for the stairs but stopped, glancing back at the toy. She reached out and grabbed the bear, hugging it close to her chest in a child-like manner.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She stalked downstairs, ready to throw Booboo into the washing machine and get it ready for the next notch of the legacy.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-06-28T15:29:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T02:32:31Z</updated>
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    <title type="text"> Booboo the Bear</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&#8220;That&#8217;s Booboo, remember?&#8221; Lyn reached out and snatched the bear from Alison&#8217;s loose grip. An eye was missing, stuffing coming out in places from torn seams, denim overalls faded with age, but it was definitely Booboo.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;What the hell is a Booboo?&#8221; Alison coughed, covering her mouth and nose with her arm. The white T-shirt she wore was covered in dust and dirt, her green jacket tied around her waist due to the heat.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;You could say he&#8217;s a legacy.&#8221; Lyn smiled thoughtfully, stroking the bear&#8217;s soft fur and tapping her index finger against its cool black leather nose. &#8220;Dominic bought this for Alex when she was born, after Blytz came he got him, then when you were two he was yours.&#8221; She sighed nostalgically. &#8220;You used to drag this thing around everywhere. You never him out of your sight.&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Lyn giggled. &#8220;I can remember you not wanting to give it up after Kira was born, but you eventually gave in. After Kira he was Chiyo&#8217;s and somehow it wound up back here.&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-06-28T15:26:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-28T13:01:57Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Legacy</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Alison hadn&#8217;t been too happy when she&#8217;d found out she was going to be a big sister. Then again, most fifteen years olds wouldn&#8217;t have been either. Her mother, Lyn&#8217;s, second pregnancy was what Alison considered, as she&#8217;d so lovingly put it, was &#8220;walking advertisement that her parents still had sex.&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8216;At least I won&#8217;t have to go at it alone again,&#8217; Lyn thought happily, thinking of how she and her friend Patty had both gone through their first pregnancies together and history was repeating itself, Lyn with her second and Patty with her fourth.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;-the hell is this ratty old thing?&#8221; Alison&#8217;s frowning remark caught her mother&#8217;s attention. Lyn glanced back, curious as to what her daughter was talking about. Her eyes lit up when she saw Alison holding a dusty old mostly-still-stuffed teddy bear, worn and soft from years of being carted around and loved. Her heart sank when she saw that her daughter was holding it out at arm&#8217;s length, as if it carried some horrible smell.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;That&#8217;s Booboo, remember him?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-06-27T16:57:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T02:32:10Z</updated>
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