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		<title>Chronic Literature</title>
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		<description>Write-along fanfiction.</description>
		<lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 03:14:41 GMT</lastBuildDate>
		<ttl>10</ttl>
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			<title>Chronic Literature</title>
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			<title>Break Me [Collab]</title>
			<link>http://the-bookshelf.forumotion.com/chronic-literature-f20/break-me-collab-t118.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Elle</dc:creator>
			<description>Note: This CL is a collaboration by only two writers - Elle and MudBlood_Mistress.







Okay, this is going to be open, let's take it anywhere we can, go nuts.

Though, I'll make our protagonist easy - Hermione (I write her the best).





BEGIN...



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Her life, a cruel and unbelievable twist, as she stood in an alcove of the library, her hands to her throat. His breath still patterning across her neck, his hands rough, pressing her against the wall. Hard, painful.

Tears  ...</description>
			<category>Chronic Literature</category>
			<pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 03:14:41 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Devil's Spawn [Romance]</title>
			<link>http://the-bookshelf.forumotion.com/chronic-literature-f20/devil-s-spawn-romance-t64.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Rem</dc:creator>
			<description>The story so far from the old site:





It was overcast. Hermione sat on the Entrance Hall steps, a text on Ancient Runes, her focal. She was unconscious to her environment and all living beings within it, especially Draco, who was standing two steps to her south, peering over her shoulder at the book she was reading.



&quot;Can I have a seat, Granger?&quot;



Hermione vaguely heard the tone of his voice, recognized it, and pretended that she had never heard him. Yet Draco was persistent  ...</description>
			<category>Chronic Literature</category>
			<pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 12:34:31 GMT</pubDate>
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