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  <published>2005-02-17T07:40:56-08:00</published>
  <updated>2005-02-17T07:40:56-08:00</updated>
  <title>2 minutes to late</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/454513/stickyplaster'&gt;stickyplaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/General/'&gt;General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Genres: General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 2, Words: 1,076, Reviews: 0 
Updated: 2-17-05, Published: 2-17-05&lt;br&gt;Status: Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;'I think of asking for a can of red bull, like in those little animated tv ads and almost giggle, although of course I know this is no laughing matter' cal is a dead man walking- please R&amp;R</summary>
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