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  <subtitle>J&#233;rome, the greatest guy alive!</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-06T15:16:44Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">The case of the killing Tootsie roll pop</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Tootsie roll pop, he had always seemed too much of a sweet talker in company. Somehow I had always known he was a psychopath. I had to bring him to justice. &amp;#8220;Ah, special agents Kitkat and Twix&amp;#8221;, I said. &amp;#8220;I would like you to examen all the crime scenes again for sugar prints. We must have missed something! &lt;br /&gt;Butterfinger came towards me. He had that look again. &amp;#8220;Don&amp;#8217;t tell me what I think you&amp;#8217;re going to tell me&amp;#8221;, I said. &amp;#8220;They have just found the lifeless corpse of L&#233;o, Sir.&amp;#8221; Another member of the chocolate maffia down, I thought. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m beginning to see a motive&amp;#8221;, I told Butterfinger.&amp;#8221;He wants to assasin all the members of the chocolate maffia, so that he can take over Candyland! If we could just find a believable witness, then we could bring charges against him. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Sir?&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;What is it now&amp;#8221;, I yelled. It was misses Mentos, and for a moment I catched a glimpse of a minty heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;This is mr Malteser, L&#233;o&amp;#8217;s brother.He believes he actually saw Tootsie kill his brother.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Tell me everything&amp;#8221;, I rapidly responded.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-09T15:40:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-06T15:16:44Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">the waterproof diamond plan</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Fay Gidney, a twenty-three year old girl, was cleaning the house a lovely old lady. What a nice girl you are the old lady always said, not knowing that Fay&amp;#8217;s goal wasn&amp;#8217;t just to make sure that the house was neat. The house was filled with cats and was almost impossible to clean. But fay didnt care. Her work should almost be done. It was almost time for the old lady her family reunion, and who better to look after the house than darling young Fay. Be sure to feed the cats dolly, the old woman said while preparing to leave. Her voice was horrible, but Fay smiled. She knew what was coming to her. An hour later, the old lady was picked up by her daughter-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;The haunt was on! Where could she have put it, Fay wunderded. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours. Where the hell was it? Suddenly, something past her leg. It was on of the cats. Bloody cats! But then she saw it, the diamond! The cat had it all along! Fay grabbed the diamond, but the cat bit her and the diamond was swallowed in the proces&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-08T17:07:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-02T03:02:48Z</updated>
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