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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Victim:_Run_Away_from_home</id>
		<title>Victim: Run Away from home</title>
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				<updated>2007-10-20T01:50:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sally0806:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You figure that if this is what you're going to &lt;br /&gt;
have to deal with all the time, you might as well &lt;br /&gt;
get out of there. You pack the things that you &lt;br /&gt;
think you'll need in a leather knapsack and &lt;br /&gt;
say you say goodbye to the house and father&lt;br /&gt;
from hell. That is, you would say bye to him if &lt;br /&gt;
he could actually respond without slurring his &lt;br /&gt;
drunken words. You slip quietly out of the house &lt;br /&gt;
and think about how you really didn't decide&lt;br /&gt;
where you were going to go. You thought of your&lt;br /&gt;
moms house, thousands of miles away. You know her &lt;br /&gt;
address, and you know you have money saved up that&lt;br /&gt;
will pay for a bus there. You decide that would be &lt;br /&gt;
the best thing to do, so you head over to the bus &lt;br /&gt;
station. When you get there, you see many questioning &lt;br /&gt;
eyes staring at you, including a couple of police&lt;br /&gt;
officers by the doors. You aren't sure what you would &lt;br /&gt;
say to them if they were to talk to you, and you try to &lt;br /&gt;
decide if you should go ahead and try to go in the doors&lt;br /&gt;
or if you should find somewhere around town to stay.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sally0806</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>You yelp in pain</title>
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				<updated>2007-10-20T01:31:53Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sally0806:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; You yelp in pain as the cloth runs over your bruised and pained body. He looks at you with bright eyes and attempts to kiss you again. This time, you give in and kiss him back, forgetting about your master and what you know is in store when you return home. Completely caught up in the moment, for once in a very long time, youre happy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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