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		<title>Y4H: Opening Statements</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-10T01:13:42Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''DA:'''  May it please the court, opposing counsel, accused, members of the jury.  Today it is my sad duty to tell you about the ultimate party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''What'', you think, ''is there gonna be coprophilia too?'' Doc's furiously taking notes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''DA:''' You will hear overwhelming evidence that this man went to the house of a neighbor, a good neighbor, a friendly neighbor, Mrs. Ovia Scratcher, who was all ready to entertain guests with her husband.  And this night, they invited three friends: Miss Whitley Chambers, Mister Phil Chital, and the accused [she glares at you] -- the ultimate party pooper! The others were just expecting good times, the way you've always had going over to your friends, ever since they were kids.  They were going to have some fun with blindfolds, like pin the tail on the donkey!  But this man, the ultimate party pooper, he had something else on his mind. He wasn't there for a party.  He wasn't there for cookies and ice cream.  He was there to steal!  Her pride and joy, a classic movie from the seventies, a rarity that only exists on Betamax.  ''Betamax'', members of the jury!  It was always her hope to get it transferred to digital, to share with the world - but when the night was over, it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your lawyer tears off a page and keeps scribbling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''DA:''' Members of the jury, you will hear overwhelming evidence that this ultimate party pooper went to the Scratchers' house, and while everyone had on blindfolds to play party games, he infiltrated their lock box, and took out not only Mrs. Scratcher's prize possession, but some of her other personal possessions.  He wished everyone goodnight and left, like nothing had happened.  And when the Scratchers called the police and the FBI got involved, some of those very possessions were found in his apartment!  But not her classic movie - that was gone.  And when you've heard the evidence, I'm confident you will find the accused, the ultimate party pooper, GUILTY of grand larceny.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doc staggers to his feet, holding the pages he's torn off from his notepad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Doc:''' Uhhh, yeah, members of the jury.  You're not gonna hear overwhelming evidence that U.P.P...uh, my client, went to their house looking to steal, and you're not gonna hear evidence that he inf...infracted their lock box, or took Mrs. S's p.p...her prize possessions or her other pervert possessions or any other possessions, you're just not gonna hear it.  And you're not gonna hear that some of those were found in his apartment or her movie was gone from there. To there. It was never there. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He sits only for a brief moment to stand up again. &amp;quot;Oh, and that means you're gonna find him not guilty.&amp;quot;  He sits down.  He whispers to you - &amp;quot;If you think of stuff I need to ask during trial, just whisper it to me.&amp;quot;  You nod.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Judge:''' &amp;quot;State, call your first witness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Y4H: The first state's witness | The first state's witness]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;td bgcolor=&amp;quot;#LLCLL&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;50%&amp;quot; colspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Status&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;td bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;25%&amp;quot;&amp;gt; Advocacy Points&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;25%&amp;quot;&amp;gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Yes, Yes, Yes, Your Honor]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Cthomas136</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Continue_the_pursuit</id>
		<title>Continue the pursuit</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-10T01:03:15Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Never one to put yourself above your duty, you politely decline the offer. The proud Princess takes your refusal as a slight and warns you to never set foot in Sartosa again. You hope you never have to go back to this corrupt city anyway. You board the next ship to Luccini and, once there, you get some rest while preparing yourself for the hunt. Over the next several days, your lost memories gradually come back. Then, the very minute you hear rumors of a large bat-like ship raiding the coast of Estalia, you grab your sword and resume the pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Run, Nikola, run. We'll meet again.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Cthomas136</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Continue_the_pursuit</id>
		<title>Continue the pursuit</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-10T01:02:47Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Never one to put yourself above your duty, you politely decline the offer. The proud Princess takes your refusal as a slight and warns you to never set foot in Sartosa again. You hope you never have to go back to this corrupt city, anyway. You board the next ship to Luccini and, once there, you get some rest while preparing yourself for the hunt. Over the next several days, your lost memories gradually come back. Then, the very minute you hear rumors of a large bat-like ship raiding the coast of Estalia, you grab your sword and resume the pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Run, Nikola, run. We'll meet again.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Cthomas136</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Bandeau,_hot_pink_top_with_fringe_hanging_from_it_and_black_bottoms_that_showed_off_a_bit_of_your_toned_butt</id>
		<title>Bandeau, hot pink top with fringe hanging from it and black bottoms that showed off a bit of your toned butt</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-09T04:36:49Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You put on your swimsuit and then your clothes over it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To waist the 2 hours till time to go, you decide to call Nick, the one you eyed before going to class. &lt;br /&gt;
You pull out your iPhone 6 with its custom designed, jeweled case.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You scroll through your contacts of preps and cheerleaders and jocks and family. ''Nick'' there it is. You decide to text him. You say, keeping it casual, hey nick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A moment later he replies, hey girl what's up?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Oh just laying on the bed, waiting to go to the party. Wbu''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Same here'' he waits a moment and then says ''This party is going to be really great, if you know what I mean'' ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Yeah'' you say though you wonder if he is ''trying'' to make you horny because it's working. Your pussy begins to pulse, waiting in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Why don't you give me a call''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So you call him wondering why he didn't just keep texting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey girl,&amp;quot; he says like always, &amp;quot;I really like you and I will like seeing you at the party.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the phone clicked and he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your heart is racing and though you can't see him, you blush. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's finally time to leave and you grab your phone and keys and head over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nick is waiting for you with a bottle of vodka and a bottle of beer.&lt;br /&gt;
He offers you both of them. You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[take the beer graciously]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[take the vodka]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[you don't want to get wasted and do something you will regret so you decline his offer]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[you know he just wants you high so you will have sex with him. You tell him off and go find your friends]] &lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Clique=Prep|Equipment=Designer Handbag}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Cthomas136</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Bandeau,_hot_pink_top_with_fringe_hanging_from_it_and_black_bottoms_that_showed_off_a_bit_of_your_toned_butt</id>
		<title>Bandeau, hot pink top with fringe hanging from it and black bottoms that showed off a bit of your toned butt</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-09T04:35:23Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You put on your swimsuit and then your clothes over it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To waist the 2 hours till time to go, you decide to call Nick, the one you eyed before going to class. &lt;br /&gt;
You pull out your iPhone 6 with its custom designed, jeweled case.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You scroll through your contacts of preps and cheerleaders and jocks and family. ''Nick'' there it is. You decide to text him. You say, keeping it casual, hey nick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A moment later he replies, hey girl what's up?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Oh just laying on the bed, waiting to go to the party. Wbu''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Same here'' he waits a moment and then says ''This party is going to be really great, if you know what I mean'' ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Yeah'' you say though you wonder if he is ''trying'' to make you horny because it's working. Your pussy begins to pulse, waiting in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Why don't you give me a call''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So you call him wondering why he didn't just keep texting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey girl,&amp;quot; he says like always, &amp;quot;I really like you and I will like seeing you at the party.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the phone clicked and he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your heart is racing and though you can't see him, you blush. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's finally time to leave and you grab your phone and keys and head over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nick is waiting for you with a bottle of vodka and a bottle of beer.&lt;br /&gt;
He offers you both of them. You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[take the beer]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[take the vodka]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[you don't want to get wasted and do something you will regret so you decline his offer]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[you know he just wants you high so you will have sex with him. You tell him off and go find your friends]] &lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Clique=Prep|Equipment=Designer Handbag}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Cthomas136</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Bandeau,_hot_pink_top_with_fringe_hanging_from_it_and_black_bottoms_that_showed_off_a_bit_of_your_toned_butt</id>
		<title>Bandeau, hot pink top with fringe hanging from it and black bottoms that showed off a bit of your toned butt</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-08T19:28:54Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You put on your swimsuit and then your clothes over it.   To waist the 2 hours till time to go, you decide to call Nick, the one you eyed before going to class.  You pull out you…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You put on your swimsuit and then your clothes over it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To waist the 2 hours till time to go, you decide to call Nick, the one you eyed before going to class. &lt;br /&gt;
You pull out your iPhone 6 with its custom designed, jeweled case.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You scroll through your contacts of preps and cheerleaders and jocks and family. ''Nick'' there it is. You decide to text him. You say, keeping it casual, hey nick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A moment later he replies, hey girl what's up?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Oh just laying on the bed, waiting to go to the party. Wbu''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Same here'' he waits a moment and then says ''This party is going to be really great, if you know what I mean'' ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Yeah'' you say though you wonder if he is ''trying'' to make you horny because it's working. Your pussy begins to pulse, waiting in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Why don't you give me a call''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So you call him wondering why he didn't just keep texting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey girl,&amp;quot; he says like always, &amp;quot;Thinking of you is making me really horny, why don't you give me what I need at the party?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the phone clicked and he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your heart is racing and though you can't see him, you blush. Your pussy makes your swim bottoms wet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's finally time to leave and you grab your phone and keys and head over.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Cthomas136</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Flirty,_innocent_looking_juicy_green_strapless_top_and_a_pair_of_ripped_1_inch_shorts</id>
		<title>Flirty, innocent looking juicy green strapless top and a pair of ripped 1 inch shorts</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-08T19:14:10Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Now that you have chosen your outfit, what bikini do you choose?   [[bandeau, hot pink top with fringe hanging from it and black bottoms that showed off a bit of your toned butt]…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Now that you have chosen your outfit, what bikini do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[bandeau, hot pink top with fringe hanging from it and black bottoms that showed off a bit of your toned butt]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[a daring and slutty blue stringed bikini and a matching thong bottom]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[a cute floral, turquoise and pink bandeau top and solid pink bottoms that tie together with stings on each hip]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Cthomas136</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Eye_Nick,_the_star_athlete_of_the_school_in_tennis,_football,_and_soccer</id>
		<title>Eye Nick, the star athlete of the school in tennis, football, and soccer</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-08T19:07:54Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;Created page with 'He smiles back at you, getting the message.   &amp;quot;See ya, guys around,&amp;quot; and with that you rushed to your first period class.   The school day finally ended and you completed all you…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;He smiles back at you, getting the message. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;See ya, guys around,&amp;quot; and with that you rushed to your first period class. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The school day finally ended and you completed all your homework, so you have the rest of the afternoon to pick out your outfit and swimsuit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You drive back home in the new red sports car and rush upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You open your huge closet, painted all white with built in custom wooden shelves and two chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''So much to choose from'', you think to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a long while of consideration, you pick out a...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Cute sporty outfit with pink cotton running shorts, and a loose white athletic V-neck top]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Sexy low-cut, tight fitted, silk, navy blue, crop top, that shows your belly when you raise your arm slightly and your favorite white skirt to match]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Flirty, innocent looking juicy green strapless top and a pair of ripped 1 inch shorts]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Casual oversized, grey hoodie, and white short, shorts]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Powder blue bandeau top that left a little to the imagination, covering but clinging to your breasts and a short pink and blue and white skirt]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Cthomas136</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Go_find_the_jocks_and_flirt_with_them</id>
		<title>Go find the jocks and flirt with them</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-08T18:54:34Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You decide to find the jocks and see who is up to date you, but of course everyone is always up to ''that''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey girl, what are you up to?&amp;quot; Asked Nick, the hottest guy in the school, with his crystal blue eyes and blonde hair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh nothing, I just broke up with Derek, that's all,&amp;quot; you say letting the group know your available.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry about that,&amp;quot; he tells you with fake sympathy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, I am throwing a party tonight at 9 tonight if you want to come. We are gonna get wasted and go swimming in my pool.&amp;quot; Ryan suggested. He had gorgeous green eyes that stared at you intently waiting for a response. His brown hair rustled in the wind. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah I will definitely be there!&amp;quot; You reply smiling, you bite you lip and...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Eye Nick, the star athlete of the school in tennis, football, and soccer]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Give Ryan, the head basketball player, the look]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Eye Ethan, the quarter back on varsity football]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Cthomas136</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Go_find_the_jocks_and_flirt_with_them</id>
		<title>Go find the jocks and flirt with them</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-08T18:44:30Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide to find the jocks and see who is up to date you, but of course everyone is always up to ''that''.  &amp;quot;Hey girl, what are you up to?&amp;quot; Asked Nick, the hottest guy in the s…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You decide to find the jocks and see who is up to date you, but of course everyone is always up to ''that''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey girl, what are you up to?&amp;quot; Asked Nick, the hottest guy in the school, with his crystal blue eyes and blonde hair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh nothing, I just broke up with him,&amp;quot; you say letting the group know your available.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Argue_about_the_case_he_slept_with_Jessica_before_and_not_you</id>
		<title>Argue about the case he slept with Jessica before and not you</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You slept with Jessica?&amp;quot; You ask, face turning red with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well yeah and you should have been there. We could've had an awesome threesome,&amp;quot; he tells you smiling.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Bastard!&amp;quot; You slap him hard enough to leave a red hand printed on his face for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;
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He throws his hands up, confused, &amp;quot;What the hell?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Next time you seep with that slut, I'll make sure ''everyone'' knows about how thirsty and desperate you are!&amp;quot; You walk away knowing you have won this argument. But now who will you date?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What do you do now?&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Go to class before you are late]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Go find the jocks and flirt with them]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Find your girls and leave this hell hole]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Find your girls and gossip about him]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Tell the whole school how Jessica is a slut]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Argue_about_the_case_he_slept_with_Jessica_before_and_not_you</id>
		<title>Argue about the case he slept with Jessica before and not you</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-08T18:40:18Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You slept with Jessica?&amp;quot; You ask, face turning red with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well yeah and you should have been there. We could've had an awesome threesome,&amp;quot; he tells you smiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bastard!&amp;quot; You slap him hard enough to leave a red hand printed on his face for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He throws his hands up, confused, &amp;quot;What the hell?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Next time you seep with that slut, I'll make sure ''everyone'' knows about how thirsty and desperate you are!&amp;quot; You walk away knowing you have won this argument. But now who will you date?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What do you do now?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Go to class before you are late]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Go find the jocks and flirt with them]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Find your girls and leave this hell hole]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Find your girls and gossip about ''him'']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Tell the whole school how Jessica is a slut]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Argue about the case he slept with Jessica before and not you</title>
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				<updated>2014-11-08T18:34:45Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cthomas136:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;You slept with Jessica?&amp;quot; You ask, face turning red with frustration. &amp;quot;Well yeah and you should have been there. We could've had an awesome threesome,&amp;quot; he tells you smiling. &amp;quot;Bas…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You slept with Jessica?&amp;quot; You ask, face turning red with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well yeah and you should have been there. We could've had an awesome threesome,&amp;quot; he tells you smiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bastard!&amp;quot; You slap him hard enough to leave a red hand printed on his face for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He throws his hands up, confused, &amp;quot;What the hell?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Next time you seep with that slut, I'll make sure ''everyone'' knows about how thirsty and desperate you are!&amp;quot; You walk away knowing you have won this argument. Now who will you date?&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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