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 <title>FictionPress.com - Saamii's fanfiction</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Saamii</subtitle>
 <link rel="self" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/atom/u/552158/"/>
 <updated>2008-09-05T00:16:23-08:00</updated>
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  <author>
   <name>Saamii</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/552158/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-07-24T22:00:19-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-07-24T22:00:19-08:00</updated>
  <title>Beyond Sight</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2484873/1/Beyond_Sight"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-03-05:story.2484873</id>
  <category term="Romance"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: T"/>
  <category term="Drama"/>
  <category term="Romance"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/552158/Saamii'&gt;Saamii&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: Drama/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 8, Words: 40,174, Reviews: 59 
Updated: 7-24-08, Published: 3-5-08&lt;br&gt;Status: In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;In one night, Esme's world is shattered, being torn away from the only family who loves her and being married sight unseen to a Scotsman. Now she must start alone and anew. Her husband could be of some help except he has his own issues...like being blind.</summary>
 </entry>
 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Saamii</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/552158/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-05-06T22:28:41-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-05-06T22:28:41-08:00</updated>
  <title>The First Time I Smoked A Cigarette</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2514427/1/The_First_Time_I_Smoked_A_Cigarette"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-05-06:story.2514427</id>
  <category term="Young Adult"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: T"/>
  <category term="Humor"/>
  <category term="Drama"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/552158/Saamii'&gt;Saamii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Young_Adult/'&gt;Young Adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Genres: Humor/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 3,943, Reviews: 0 
Updated: 5-6-08, Published: 5-6-08&lt;br&gt;Status: Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;ONE SHOT. The first time I smoked a cigarette ‘fag’ to my father and I was when I brought my boyfriend to my mum’s annual family reunion in Hershey Park. Rated T to be on the safe side...</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Saamii</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/552158/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-05-06T22:26:10-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-05-06T22:26:10-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Past Is A Foreign Country</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2514425/1/The_Past_Is_A_Foreign_Country"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-05-06:story.2514425</id>
  <category term="Essay"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: K+"/>
  <category term="General"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/552158/Saamii'&gt;Saamii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Essay/'&gt;Essay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Genres: General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 344, Reviews: 0 
Updated: 5-6-08, Published: 5-6-08&lt;br&gt;Status: Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;The past is a different country: they do things differently there. Essay.</summary>
 </entry>
 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Saamii</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/552158/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-04-22T16:38:53-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-04-22T16:38:53-08:00</updated>
  <title>There Is No Music Anymore</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2508188/1/There_Is_No_Music_Anymore"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-04-22:story.2508188</id>
  <category term="General"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: K+"/>
  <category term="General"/>
  <category term="Hurt/Comfort"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/552158/Saamii'&gt;Saamii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/General/'&gt;General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Genres: General/Hurt/Comfort&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 191, Reviews: 0 
Updated: 4-22-08, Published: 4-22-08&lt;br&gt;Status: Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;a poem about what i think i would feel if i lost my hearing...don't be too hard on me, this is my first poem on FP</summary>
 </entry>
 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Saamii</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/552158/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-03-04T10:36:46-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-03-04T10:36:46-08:00</updated>
  <title>This Will All Make Perfect Sense Someday, J Mayer</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2372275/1/This_Will_All_Make_Perfect_Sense_Someday_J_Mayer"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2007-06-05:story.2372275</id>
  <category term="Romance"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: T"/>
  <category term="Humor"/>
  <category term="Drama"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/552158/Saamii'&gt;Saamii&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/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 17, Words: 83,218, Reviews: 67 
Updated: 3-4-08, Published: 6-5-07&lt;br&gt;Status: Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;“I’m surprised you’re awake this early. I thought Spaniards kept late nights.” “I am surprised I do not see you using potatoes or fatty bacon, I thought all Irishwomen liked those.” Touché. “We’re surprising people.” I always get the last word.</summary>
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