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	    <title>one more for the road[chapter 7]</title>
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	    <issued>2009-03-14T19:47:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-03-14T19:47:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-03-14T19:47:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">&gt;&gt;Brendon's POV&lt;&lt;<br></span><br>As i got out of the shower, she put on a&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>vanee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Brendon's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;As i got out of the shower, she put on a very large sweater of mine. I paused looking at her, as if i was oblivious as to what she was doing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What are you doing?&quot; i asked. Why? Because it was what i was wondering.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Changing&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Too put it simply, why?&quot; i questioned, yet again.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Because, I'm tired...&quot; she looked at me getting a drink. &lt;br&gt;&quot;But&quot; i frowned wrapping my arms around her.&lt;br&gt;&quot;You had your chance, but 'Pinky and the Brain' is more of a turn on, Right?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I di-..&quot;  i began.&lt;br&gt;&quot;RIIIIGHTTTT???&quot; she said as if demanding me too agree.&lt;br&gt;So, yes i agreed. Not manly, but i agreed. Just so things would run over smoothly.&lt;br&gt;She nodded and stated that she was off too bed when we to the hotel and didn't want to hear a peep out of my cartoons. Which was kind of harsh. I guess i deserved it, but she was high maintenance. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I smiled bringing some hot tea to her room. I was the only Disco-er in their home. Well, we were the only people at Jess' house. Her parents were out and Vanessa was with Brendon. She smiled thanking me as i sat on the corner of her bed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Such a tall boy all in the corner. You can make yourself comfortable Ry.&quot; she smiled. Teeth as straight as pins. &lt;br&gt;&quot;You should smile more often, You're absolutely stunning.&quot; i paused smirking at her as i leaned back onto the bed post. &lt;br&gt;She looked expressionless, and somewhat upset.&lt;br&gt;I sat there wondering what i did, as her mouth cracked open.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(Last i updated was 12/22/08, how embaressing. Been busy! You should enjoy! How've you all been, hows school?, boys?, family? problems? do tell! &lt;3 eating a buritto with b-panda yum yum yummm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>one more for the road[chapter 6]</title>
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	    <issued>2008-12-22T16:15:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-12-22T16:15:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-12-22T16:15:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">&gt;&gt;Jessica's POV&lt;&lt;<br><br></span>What the hell was wrong with Brendon? All that was going&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>vanee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Jessica's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What the hell was wrong with Brendon? All that was going through my mind was that question. What happened?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What happened?&quot; Ryan read my mind.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nothing, just worried...&quot; said Brendon, i could sense the hint of angst in his voice. He was lying.&lt;br&gt;But before anything could unfold, the paramedics barged in. I was rushed to the hospital and was taken out a while afterwards. Everything was fine i'd just need a few stitches.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Whose going to look after her?&quot; asked Jon putting his arm on mine.&lt;br&gt;&quot;I will...&quot; Ryan offered.&lt;br&gt;Everyone stared at him.&lt;br&gt;&quot;I mean, i have nothing better to do......right?&quot; he covered himself.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yea, nothing better..&quot; chuckled Spencer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Vanessa's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything was out of place. From perfect to broken. How? He was acting so unusual. I would get to the bottom of it! I walked down into his living room. He was watching tv and eating cheetoos. Cartoons, i thought in my head. He fully ignored me although i was only wearing lingerie. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hey babe&quot; i smiled.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hey&quot; he smiled as a cheetoo fell out of his mouth.&lt;br&gt;'Ew' i thought as he picked it off of his belly and ate it.&lt;br&gt;I leaned close to him as he put his arm around me.&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long havent you showered in!?&quot; i moved away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Brendon's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;A few days&quot; i paused looking into her amazingly bright blue and green mixed eyes.&lt;br&gt;Her hair was all done up in big curls, and she had dramatic make up on. She looked stunning! But i needed to watch &quot;Pinky and the Brain.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Get in the shower!&quot; she shouted.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Why&quot; i complained.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Do you really need to ask!&quot; she demanded hands on her hips.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Okay okay&quot; i sighed putting the bowl of cheetoos on the coffee table and walking upstairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(HELLO ALLL :D... im updating again haha :D... holiday cheeeerrr im flying to vegas soon hopefully it doesnt go as bad as it did before.. i have to be with his family LOL its gonna be sweet i love his brothers and sisters ...hope alls well? anything interesting happen!?)           &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://xxemoislovexx.buzznet.com/user/&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CHCHCHCHCHCHHECCCKKK IT OUTT !&lt;br&gt;HER PHOTOS ARE AWESOMEEEEEEE&lt;br&gt;MODEL MODEL MODEL :D&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>one more for the road[chapter 5]</title>
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	    <issued>2008-12-19T09:00:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-12-19T09:00:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-12-19T09:00:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">&gt;&gt;Jessica's POV&lt;&lt;<br></span><br>"Holy shit" i heard a familiar voice. <br>I slowly opened my&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>vanee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Jessica's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Holy shit&quot; i heard a familiar voice. &lt;br&gt;I slowly opened my eyes and peered up at the faces of multiple people.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Are you okay?&quot; asked Ryan bending down touching my arm.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yea, y-yea im fine..&quot; i paused gazing into his very large brown eyes which sparkled under the stage lights.&lt;br&gt;I was laying on a cold hard floor. On the floor! &lt;br&gt;&quot;No you're bleeding&quot; said Brendon, &quot;The paramedics will be here soon.&quot;&lt;br&gt;I didnt speak just wondered what'd happened.&lt;br&gt;&quot;You fainted and hit your head...&quot; said Christies soft voice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Brendon's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd never seen Ryan so caring and worried in his life. I mean he doesnt even treat hobo that way and shes like his kid! He picked her up and took her to a more private area, as in the dressing room. I had to go with them! I would not allow this. I followed slowly and as i turned the corner Vanessa popped up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hey carebear&quot; she smiled throwing herself at me.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hey babe&quot; i smiled nervously wrapping my arms around her waist.&lt;br&gt;She asked me what was wrong. I smiled and told her i'd be right back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked down the hallway and heard her heels click further and further away. She'd come at the worst times. But i loved her. I really did. I peered into the door and saw Ryan putting a towel under her head. His hand touched hers and she gripped his. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This was not going to happen! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I smiled assuring her everything was going to be okay. She looked at her phone and ignored the call. I looked at her.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&quot;My dad&quot; she smiled.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Step dad right?&quot; i asked.&lt;br&gt;She nodded. &quot;Oh i know how it all feels dont worry..&quot; i smirked moving her bold black hair out of her eyes. &lt;br&gt;Typical hair, but the texture of hers was mindblowing. Thick, soft, straight. Short layers lots of bangs and she wore it nice big and teased. Her blue eyes peered at me. She looked like Vanessa, just ... more ...  soft. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She smiled largely, but it faded as Brendon barged in the room. His face, filled with tension angst anger and every other negative emotion. I was lost. Why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(SORRY GUYS ITS BEENN FOREVERRRRRR!! just working and all as usual. i still havent seen twilight. but now my new obsession is 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button' i love love love it already! and i havent seen it yet. So my holiday starts TODAYYYYYYY!! hows everything?.. favourite song? mine is dance gavin dance-uneasy hearts weigh the most.... ENJOY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>one more for the road[chapter 4]</title>
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	    <issued>2008-11-26T16:31:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-11-26T16:31:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-11-26T16:31:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">&gt;&gt;Jessica's POV&lt;&lt;</span><br><br>I smiled as Brendon and the others did a soundcheck. They&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>vanee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Jessica's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I smiled as Brendon and the others did a soundcheck. They were so sweet and they were ecstatic about their first show in a while. How cute, i though as Brendon approached me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So Jessiebear,&quot; which is what he'd call me &quot;How are you lately?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Emm im good and you?&quot; i smiled.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Good. Any boys? New friends? Drama?&quot; he smiled.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys, no. Friends, yes. Drama, tons&quot; i smiled putting everything in simple terms and walking off. I couldnt stand being around him for long periods of time, it was too hard. &quot;Okay?&quot; he said in a questioning tone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didnt speak just fixed my hair and walked down to front row with Christie and the girls. The opening act was Fall Out Boy. Odd considering Pete basically MADE Panic at the Disco who they were. But i was fine with it. Mosh pits overflew the floor. Everyone was dancing like it was a club. Pretty ironic considering Ryan was talking about clubs earlier. As i drifted away in my thoughts. I saw &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;, and just &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;BLACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;(ejbjhdbghjbdghfb BLACKNESS! i still havent watched twilight. i've discovered the most beautiful girl in the WORLD!? possible, i believe so..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>one more for the road[chapter 3]</title>
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	    <issued>2008-11-23T16:19:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-11-23T16:19:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-11-23T16:19:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I was rushing as my mother yelled at me. I put on my little&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>vanee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;I was rushing as my mother yelled at me. I put on my little beanie hat, fixed my skinnies and heels. I grabbed my purse and walked down the stairs. Brendon smiled largely. Then i looked behind me and noticed my sister fixing her hair behind me. I sighed, he wasnt smiling at me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He grabbed her hand as she approached the bottom of the stairs passing me. He gave her a compliment. Christie and Scarlet tugged at my arms as we walked out of the door. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Ryans POV&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Brendon had yet to arrive. He was bringing guest too. 10 minutes late for soundcheck. Dare i begin? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ridiculous!&quot; Spencer exclaimed eating his 'man sandwich' as Brendon and a group of people popped into the door. My little brother stood up and cleared his throat. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I sighed. &quot;Ten minutes Brendon!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Im sorry im sorry i had to wait for the ladies!&quot; he made up an excuse.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hello&quot; i smiled at the unknown girls. I knew Vanessa of course, but not the rest. &quot;I'm Ryan.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We know who you are Ryan&quot; smiled one who looked identical to Vanessa. Her green eyes glistened as i looked down to her. She was adorable. I smiled as she introduced the others. Outgoing. My brother would like her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(i know they're short haha! but i dont want to make long ass chapters. every word i say i cough, its heaps shitty. i've gotten better though, my boy hes well. haha canned green tea and tacos for dinner.. mmmm)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>one more for the road[chapter 2]</title>
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	    <issued>2008-11-19T17:35:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-11-19T17:35:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-11-19T17:35:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I walked into the living area. Isolating myself from everyone,&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>vanee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;I walked into the living area. Isolating myself from everyone, or at least attempting too. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So you coming down to the show Jess?&quot; Brendon questioned sitting beside me, arm around my shoulder..laid back and everything. &lt;br&gt;&quot;Eugh, yea sure. Wait im not completely sure,&quot; i smiled.&lt;br&gt;&quot;You better come!&quot; he smirked softly as Christie and Scarlett came down walking behind Vanessa.&lt;br&gt;&quot;You should go with the girls!&quot; smiled my mom.&lt;br&gt;&quot;I, i dont kn-&quot; but before i could finish.. Vanessa's bright blue eyes twinkled.&lt;br&gt;&quot;Good idea!&quot; she smiled twirling her long flowy black hair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wasnt sure what was wrong with these people. Could they not feel my negative vibe? My uncomfortable body communication? Could they not sense the tension and annoyance in my voice and facial expression? I guess not. I wasnt sure if it was me, if it was hard to comprehend or if they were all just slow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mmm, sounds good&quot; smiled Christie moving her dirty blond hair out of her eyes. Scarlett bellowed repeating a song by Brendons band. He grinned beginning to sing and pretty soon everyone was singing. He actually picked up a guitar and began to play an older song. 'Time to Dance', acoustically. Perfection at its best.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow, i couldnt stop thinking about his lips as he sang the song looking at me. He smiled softly, his lips stretching into a grin. I wondered, how it would feel..how it would feel to pl-. No, i stopped. This was wrong. Besides Vanessa interrupted him with a big slobbery kiss. He smiled at her and continued to give her little pecks, and all that jazz.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My God, get a room&quot; said my dad walking in the door smiling.&lt;br&gt;&quot;HEEYY!&quot; Brendon shouted at him as my dad hugged him.&lt;br&gt;I groaned. Couldnt get any better then this, right?.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was i the only one who thought something wasnt right?...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;(hmm so i cant say taco, i say tackle.. haha the boy likes to tease me.. i repaid him by getting him sick. sore throats. BOO HOO! any remedies?.. wonder if this chapter is good, what do y'all think?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>one more for the road[chapter1]</title>
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	    <issued>2008-11-15T17:59:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-11-15T17:59:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-11-15T17:59:00Z</created>
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;Her name was Vanessa.

Nothing special about her except the fact that she was out of your mind

beautiful, and sensational in every other way. His name was Brendon, he...he was great. Rather amazing if you ask me. He played in a band and he was just as stunning as her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;Me, i was just an ordinary fourteen year old. Maybe not to ordinary. The most complex human being ever, is what my father told me before he passed. He told me just that, blunt as hell. And nor did he care if i disagreed because everyone knew it was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;I sat in my room, hearing whispers through the wall. He was in from touring...she didnt have school. My mom called them perfection. I believe most people saw them as the ideal couple. But why couldnt i feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&quot;Jessica&quot; said my mom from the bottom of the stairs &quot;The girls are here!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&quot;Okay, okay&quot; i replied putting away my books and walking down the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;Scarlet and Christie stood there gleaming eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&quot;Hii&quot; beamed both, looking up at me with their hazel eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;I smiled. That smile turned into a confused expression when they looked right through me, smiling largely. I groaned seeing the sight they grinned at. I continued down the stairs and into the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;(so what does everyone think, i know its crappy but i havent written anything in ages. i featured two people in it so far. thanks heaps guys! iloveyouall, xxxxxxx!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>hmmmmm</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vanee.buzznet.com/user/journal/3347001/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:3347001</id>
	    <issued>2008-11-09T15:55:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-11-09T15:55:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-11-09T15:55:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255,&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>vanee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;i think im doing another fanfic soon soon soon..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;with school and fashion and everything i've been way to overwhelmed and i feel like i've threw you all under a bus! shitty. heaps sorry though&lt;3 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i'll be writing a new one bloody fast! hopefully..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;thanks for your cooperation..&lt;br&gt;im thinking it'll be Vanessa or maybe its time for a change?&lt;br&gt;there will be way way way more drama and way way way more love triangles..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DUN DUN DUNNN&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Never Did Listen That Well [Chapter 24]</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vanee.buzznet.com/user/journal/3132891/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:3132891</id>
	    <issued>2008-10-08T09:54:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-10-08T09:54:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-10-08T09:54:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255,&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>vanee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;HOLY FUCKING SHIT&quot; Ryan shouted standing in the door way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;What?&quot; asked Jon coming behind him only too see Brendon and Vanessa now covering themselves with bedsheets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh god&quot; said Spencer noticing down the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;Jon covered Ryans eyes and dragged him away from the room closing the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Ryan's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh god, oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my God&quot; i repeated over and over while pacing the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Relax&quot; said Jon &quot;I mean we all knew they were y'know...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;OH GOD!&quot; i shouted &quot;Its Brendon and VANESSA!&quot;&lt;br&gt;I held my mouth thinking i was gonna throw up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&gt;&gt;Brendon's POV&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;Well that was..&quot; i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;Interesting&quot; she laughed a little finishing my sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Ryans face was priceless, i wish i had a camera. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked out a few minutes later in my boxers. Ryan looked away from me. I didnt understand what the big deal was. I mean its not like he hadnt done anything with Keltie? I guess it was just because he doesnt picture us that way or something. I wasnt completely content with my thoughts but i was trying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sorry you had to see that&quot; i paused sitting on my lazy boy recliner.&lt;br&gt;Shane tossed me a redbull as i flipped through the tv.&lt;br&gt;&quot;We're sorry we had to also&quot; laughed Spencer.&lt;br&gt;I chuckled. &quot;I mean you guys didnt see much right?&quot;&lt;br&gt;Ryan looked at me, let out a slight laugh. &quot;Ye we didnt see much.&quot;&lt;br&gt;I rolled my eyes. What was up his ass today?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Suddenly everyones heads turned down the hall as they stared Vanessa down. She looked at them weirdly, then took a seat on the floor. It was quiet for quite an amount of time. Until the door bell rang simultaneously. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/7/0/0/5/4/1/orig-5700541.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Zack is angry at me for giving him the nickname, Zack Banana Sack haha!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/7/0/0/5/5/1/orig-5700551.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;i favor this photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/7/0/0/5/7/1/orig-5700571.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);&quot;&gt;those pit stains haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 153, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/7/0/0/5/8/1/orig-5700581.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;ITS TRUE YOU KNOW RYAN DOESNT HAVE A DISEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/7/0/0/5/9/1/orig-5700591.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);&quot;&gt;huge flaring strawberry nose nostrils, whiskers, overally size lips, blemish in the eyes, freckles, thick frames and big brown eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/7/0/0/6/3/1/orig-5700631.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Carolina Herrara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/7/0/0/6/6/1/orig-5700661.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;Texting the boy backstage @ Christian Dior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/7/0/0/6/7/1/orig-5700671.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;Christian Dior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;Some crazy shit, the boy liked this. And its obvious why right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/7/0/0/6/8/1/orig-5700681.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;John Galliano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/7/0/0/7/0/1/orig-5700701.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Jean Paul Gaultier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>wahwahwahhhhhhhh</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vanee.buzznet.com/user/journal/3077111/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:3077111</id>
	    <issued>2008-09-26T18:37:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-09-26T18:37:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-09-26T18:37:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">so i cant write another fic. way too long to write and im way way too&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>vanee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;so i cant write another fic. way too long to write and im way way too busy with this fashion stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;hopefully soon though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;heres some eyecandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;i obv. blocked out mason &amp; the rest of the families faces out for an obvious reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/5/5/2/3/8/1/orig-5552381.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/5/5/2/3/9/1/orig-5552391.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/5/5/2/4/2/1/orig-5552421.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/5/5/2/5/1/1/orig-5552511.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/5/5/2/5/2/1/orig-5552521.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/5/5/2/5/3/1/orig-5552531.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/5/5/2/5/5/1/orig-5552551.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/5/5/2/5/8/1/orig-5552581.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/5/5/2/5/9/1/orig-5552591.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;]]></content>
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