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			<title>SeraSweetly at 06:21, 10 February 2013</title>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #eee; color:black; font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woman sits up, the sheets slipping down to reveal all of her splendor to you. She is quite a specimen of curves and the creamy skin of youth. Your eyes dart in fear from the swell of her hips to the tightness of her waist, over the perfect and pert globes of her breasts to her face, where her mouth has contorted into a surprised and disappointed frown. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #eee; color:black; font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woman sits up, the sheets slipping down to reveal all of her splendor to you. She is quite a specimen of curves and the creamy skin of youth. Your eyes dart in fear from the swell of her hips to the tightness of her waist, over the perfect and pert globes of her breasts to her face, where her mouth has contorted into a surprised and disappointed frown. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2013 06:21:13 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>SeraSweetly</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Scream_in_shock!</comments>		</item>
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			<title>SeraSweetly:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You let out a coarse scream! You have no idea where you are, or who this woman is, lying naked in this strange bed with you.  The woman sits up, the sheets slipping down to revea…'</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#39;You let out a coarse scream! You have no idea where you are, or who this woman is, lying naked in this strange bed with you.  The woman sits up, the sheets slipping down to revea…&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;You let out a coarse scream! You have no idea where you are, or who this woman is, lying naked in this strange bed with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman sits up, the sheets slipping down to reveal all of her splendor to you. She is quite a specimen of curves and the creamy skin of youth. Your eyes dart in fear from the swell of her hips to the tightness of her waist, over the perfect and pert globes of her breasts to her face, where her mouth has contorted into a surprised and disappointed frown. &lt;br /&gt;
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You hear shuffling in the hall of many bare feet slapping stone floors. The door bursts open and five large black men burst into the room, looking from Lily to you and back again. They are all clad in loose, bleached white linen peasant shirts and airy linen pants secured with drawstrings. They are strong and well built in all the ways you can see. ''And probably the ways I can't see as well...''&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Is everything well here?&amp;quot; the man in front asks her. She looks to you for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Tell them everything is fine.]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Tell them you've been kidnapped!]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2013 05:58:10 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>SeraSweetly</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Scream_in_shock!</comments>		</item>
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