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  <author>
   <name>Antiquary</name>
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  <published>2008-08-03T14:42:23-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-08-03T14:42:23-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Things I've Done</title>
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  <category term="Romance"/>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/550293/Antiquary'&gt;Antiquary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Genres: Romance/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 3,191, Reviews: 7 
Updated: 8-3-08, Published: 8-3-08&lt;br&gt;Status: In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Olivia always lived the good life: good grades, good friends, and good times. Statler was her polar opposite, so different that he wasn't even on her radar. But he made it his mission to let her hair down, and he's not very good at taking no for an answer</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Antiquary</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/550293/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-08-02T19:06:26-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-08-02T19:06:26-08:00</updated>
  <title>A Commonplace, Cliché Ridden, Comedic Carrying On</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2397994/1/A_Commonplace_Clich_Ridden_Comedic_Carrying_On"/>
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  <category term="Romance"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: T"/>
  <category term="Humor"/>
  <category term="Romance"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/550293/Antiquary'&gt;Antiquary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Genres: Humor/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 7, Words: 20,678, Reviews: 56 
Updated: 8-2-08, Published: 8-1-07&lt;br&gt;Status: In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Sabrina Somers didn't want much. All she really wanted was for the most popular boy in school to ask her out. Was that really so much to ask? No, not really. I mean, they were pretty much going to get married. He just didn't know it yet.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Antiquary</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/550293/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-02-28T15:16:39-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-02-28T15:16:39-08:00</updated>
  <title>All The Things We Could Do</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2304736/1/All_The_Things_We_Could_Do"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2007-01-15:story.2304736</id>
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  <category term="Romance"/>
  <category term="Drama"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/550293/Antiquary'&gt;Antiquary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Genres: Romance/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 21, Words: 80,809, Reviews: 350 
Updated: 2-28-08, Published: 1-15-07&lt;br&gt;Status: In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;ON HIATUS. Olivia Montgomery has a plan. She's focused and driven and has lots of ambition. All she wanted was to get through high school at the top of her game. And she would have, too, except HE had to walk by and let her hair down...</summary>
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