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  <description>Logan led Ti into the house and back toward the bedroom. He paused long enough to kick his boots off before turning to look back at his wife. He settled back on the edge of the bed and smiled looking her over.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2008 23:25:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Adult Time with Ti</title>
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  <description>Logan carried her through the house to the bedroom laying her down on the bed before climbing up next to her. He ran a hand down her side leaning in to kiss her deeply smiling at her. &quot;Going to have some fun tonight darlin&apos;.&quot; He stripped his shirt off over his head.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 08:24:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Cleared</title>
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  <description>Logan looked around once the hit the clearing with his cabin. He lead her to the door, unlocking it quickly and taking her inside. It was a little dusty, he hadn&apos;t been there since meeting her but still pretty clean. He closed the door before kissing her hard.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 03:22:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Less Talking [rp with modernfae]</title>
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  <description>Logan kissed her neck again, body pressing against her&apos;s as he moved them to the bed. He looked down at her, focus lingering on the hint of swelling at her stomach.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 18:25:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>On a scale of one to ten, with one being not so good and ten being very good, how well do you: &lt;br /&gt;a) Kick ass? 10. Kicking ass is one of the things I&apos;m built for and I do it well. I’ll never turn down or walk away from a good fight.&lt;br /&gt;b) Make love? 10. Making love is another thing I was made to do and I ain’t ever had a complaint about it. Of course having a lot of practice probably has a bit to do with that.&lt;br /&gt;c) Dance? 6. I can hold my own but I don’t like enough to really get into it. It’s a good excuse to get close to somebody though.&lt;br /&gt;d) Sing? 7. I’m not too shabby but I’m not going to be getting a record deal anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;e) Argue? 9. I can argue ‘til other people are blue in the face but some people think that ending an argument by stabbing something and shutting them up doesn’t count as a win.&lt;br /&gt;f) Drive? 6. I ain’t killed nobody with my driving but some complain enough about it. Faster is better.&lt;br /&gt;g) Plan parties? 1 or 7. It depends on the type of party. Fancy parties are gonna get a one, I hate going to them why would I be any good at planning the damn things. Wild beer drinking, barbecues with some music blaring is more my type party and those I do well so they’d get a seven.&lt;br /&gt;h) Dress? 8. No matter what the complainers say there’s nothing wrong with jeans, a t-shirt, and my leather jacket. It will take me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I) Take criticism? I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;j) Cook? 7. I like to cook for two or more people or I don’t like to do it. I cook big meals with lots of the stuff that’s not great for your health.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 00:51:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Left over magic [rp with modernfae]</title>
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  <description>Logan sat down on the bed, pulling Ti down on his lap before kissing her again. He let his hands work under her clothes as his mouth worked down over her neck.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 20:51:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Meme</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;01. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt; Other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING&lt;br /&gt; Don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt; Roast beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, one unborn. Couple others if blood doesn’t count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?&lt;br /&gt; Does a bear shit in the woods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS&lt;br /&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt; Why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt; Cocoa Puffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?&lt;br /&gt; I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt; Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt; Smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt; Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt; Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt; Steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt; Next Contestant- Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt; Black or dark green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Ti, steak, beer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;…don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt; Nobody sent it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt; Football, bull fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. YOUR HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt; Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt; Hazelish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt; Steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt; Scary movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt; Die Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt; None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt; Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt; Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt; food wise, ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. PERSON MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt; Ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt; Hank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt; Collection of Shakespeare’s works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt; News, boxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. FAVORITE SOUND?&lt;br /&gt; Laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt; Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt; All over the damn place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt; Lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt; Don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 20:41:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Meme.</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where is your cell phone? Pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Your significant other? Ti.&lt;br /&gt;Your hair? Wild.&lt;br /&gt;Your mother? None&lt;br /&gt;Your father? None&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing? Lots.&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night? Good.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite drink? Beer.&lt;br /&gt;Your dream/goal? Family.&lt;br /&gt;The room you&apos;re in? Mine.&lt;br /&gt;Your fear? Me.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home.&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night? Bed.&lt;br /&gt;What you&apos;re not? Normal.&lt;br /&gt;Muffins? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;One of your wishlist items? Steak.&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up? Wild.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did? Drink.&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Your TV? Big.&lt;br /&gt;Your pets? None.&lt;br /&gt;Your computer? Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Your life? Good.&lt;br /&gt;Your mood? Wild.&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Your car? Bike.&lt;br /&gt;Something you&apos;re not wearing? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite store? None&lt;br /&gt;Your summer? Hot.&lt;br /&gt;Like someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color? Black.&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed? Earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried? While.&lt;br /&gt;Who will re-post this? None.&lt;br /&gt;Bath or shower? Shower.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday? Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Writing utensil? Pen.&lt;br /&gt;Vacation activity? Sex.&lt;br /&gt;Bedding preference? Silk.&lt;br /&gt;Pet peeves? People.&lt;br /&gt;Cookies? Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Eggs? Scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite thing to do on a rainy day? Smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest strength? Healing.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite thing about school? Kids.&lt;br /&gt;Most awesome gift received? Baby&lt;br /&gt;Neighbors? Kids.&lt;br /&gt;What do you collect? Kids.&lt;br /&gt;Best kept item from childhood? None&lt;br /&gt;Greatest indulgence? Steak.&lt;br /&gt;Your house? Huge.&lt;br /&gt;Fruits or vegetables? Fries.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet or loud? Loud.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 01:12:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Apologies</title>
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  <description>Logan paced back and forth in his room, torn between the urge to hit something and the urge to beg her to talk to him. He knew he wasn&apos;t good with the stuff and the idea of either of them dating was enough to drive him up a wall so hearing that it was serious enough for talk of moving in had frozen him solid. He sat down, grabbing a pen and paper to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Kitty,&lt;br /&gt;I know you&apos;d probably like to rip this up instead of reading it but give me a chance to unstick my foot here kid. You know I&apos;m not good at this emotional stuff and you could probably get better advice on the street but you still came to me. I&apos;m sorry I messed that up. He&apos;s not my first choice for you but I wouldn&apos;t do anything to really stand in the way of your being happy. Sorry I was an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 08:21:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Continuation of Doctors Visit-Explicit</title>
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  <description>He moved his hands over her skin, kicking the leather out of the way of his feet. She had looked better in it but she did look a lot better out of it. Logan leaned down to kiss her hard and deep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 08:09:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;I&apos;m going to describe myself in 6 words. Please respond to this message with your own 6 word description of me. Then post this in your own LJ and see if people can describe you in ONLY 6 words. Meta is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Fighter, lover, and very scary father.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 01:12:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Science Without Humanity</title>
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  <description>When he’d heard someone quoting Ghandi only one thing came to his mind. One of man’s biggest follies, science without humanity. He knew very well what happened when what people should do was taken over by what they could do, what they wanted to do. If some scientists had more humanity he wouldn’t be packing a metal skeleton every where he went. He might remember his past, his life. Instead he was a walking weapon created for death and destruction. Logan knew he was a failure at being their perfect weapon because even their training hadn’t been able to take away the code he lived by. They may have taken his memories but they weren’t going to take away his honor.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 01:59:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Can You Feel the Love Tonight</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An enchanted moment, and it sees me through.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s enough for this restless warrior just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan stood at the back of the infirmary, watching as Hope fussed over Michael and Haylie. The mission had been a bust and they’d had to run for it receiving minor injuries that Logan had already healed. He smiled faintly to himself, the minute the X-Jet had landed Hope and pounced on him her hands efficiently checking him for any lingering wounds before she started chewing him out for being so reckless. His tiny Southern wife had quite the temper on her when she was provoked. The others had watched on in amusement until he’d simply pulled her to him, silencing her rant the best way he knew how, with his kiss.&lt;br /&gt;They’d carried on for more than a few minutes when Michael, Miracle Grow when he was being an ass, reminded his sister that others had been injured. So now here he was standing there waiting for her to finish her doctoring. Something Haylie had said had her laughing, probably about him. His suspicions were confirmed when she turned their eyes locking. He loved watching the amused look on her face melt into something else, something fierce and hot. He felt the lurch in his gut as she mouthed her love to him and turned back to the others, these were the moments he lived for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOC:This Logan is AU, married to Doctor Hope Chandler.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 07:22:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>In the Garden with Ti</title>
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  <description>Logan looked down at her, pulling back a little to lead her away from the building more. When he found a secluded enough spot he pulled her to him again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 05:18:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>this is the Purity Test. Start with 100%. Answer the questions below. Subtract 1% for each question you answer with a &quot;yes&quot;. then post your score as: Purity: ___%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;1. Smoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;2. Drank alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;3. Cried when someone died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;4. Been drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;5. Had sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;6. Been to a concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;7. Given a handjob/gotten a handjob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;8. Given a blowjob/got one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;9. Been verbally/sexually harassed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;10. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;12. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;13. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;14. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Been to homecoming&lt;br /&gt;16. Cried at school&lt;br /&gt;17. Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;18. Went streaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;19. Given or received a lap dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;20. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;21. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;22. Slept over at someone of the same sex&apos;s house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;23. Kissed a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;24. Hugged a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Went scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;26. Driven a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;27. Gotten an x-ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;28. Hit by a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;29. Had a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Done drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;31. Played strip poker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;32. Got paid to strip for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;34. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;35. Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;36. Bought porn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;37. Watched porn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;38. Made porn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;40. Been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;41. Frenched kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;42. Laughed so hard you cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;43. Cried yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;44. Laughed yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;45. Stabbed yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;46. Shot a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day&lt;br /&gt;48. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours&lt;br /&gt;49. Been online for 9 consecutive hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;50. Watched an animal die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;51. Watched a person die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;52. Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;53. Pranked somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;54. Put somebody in the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;55. Snuck into someone&apos;s room and/or your own room after being out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;56. Kissed somebody of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;57. Dressed punk&lt;br /&gt;58. Dressed goth&lt;br /&gt;59. Dressed preppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;60. Been to a motocross race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;61. Avoided somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Been stalked&lt;br /&gt;63. Stalked someone&lt;br /&gt;64. Met a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;65. Played an instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;66. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;67. Cut yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;69. Ding dong ditched somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;70. Been to a wild party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;71. Got caught stealing something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;72. Kicked a guy in the balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend&lt;br /&gt;74. Went out with your friend&apos;s crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;75. Got arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Been pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;77. Babysat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;78. Been to another country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Started your house on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;80. Had an encounter with a ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Donated your hair to cancer patients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you&apos;d be asked out by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;83. Cried over a member of the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;85. Sat on your butt all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;87. Had a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Gotten cut from a sports team&lt;br /&gt;89. Been called a whore&lt;br /&gt;90. Danced like a whore&lt;br /&gt;91. Been mistaken for a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;92. Been in a car accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;93. Been told you have beautiful eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Been told you have beautiful hair&lt;br /&gt;95. Raped somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;96. Danced in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been raped&lt;br /&gt;98. Walked out of a restaurant without paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;100. Kissed someone on the lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purity:33% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 19:07:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Lay Down Your Weapons!</title>
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  <description>The last time I heard somebody say that I took a bullet to the forehead, damn itchy fingered cops. Seriously if I&apos;m not making any threatening moves and am moving slow why do you feel the need to shot me? That hurt like a sonuvabitch. Scared the crap out of the kids too, they didn&apos;t realize just how good the whole healing thing is. Really that&apos;s kind of a stupid thing to do anyway, if whoever you&apos;re yelling at is armed enough why put them down why not just fight back. Gonna end up getting shot anyway might as well get a couple rounds off themeselves. Some of us can&apos;t exactly put the weapons down anyway, need to take that into account next time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 05:30:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Hope you got your things together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Hope you are quite prepared to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Looks like we’re in for nasty weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;One eye is taken for an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Logan slammed his fist into the soft gut his opponent presented to him, making sure to keep his force in check. He didn’t want to kill anyone tonight, it was bad for business. He played with the man a little longer like a cat taunting a mouse he’d cornered. With a single punch to the face the man dropped like a stone and the crowd roared. He grinned as his fist was raised in victory, smile daring the others to come try him.&lt;br /&gt;   Logan rolled his neck, enjoying the crack as the announcer pumped up the crowd. There were plenty drunk enough to take him on, never mind they’d seen him knock one guy out with a single blow. Drunk, alpha males were perfect marks. They all wanted to beat the unbeatable and with a bad a day as he’d had he was more than ready to give it to them. He downed a shot of whiskey before turning, smears of blood streaking his chest like war paint. Not a drop of it was his own.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 01:39:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Prompt 2.6.D</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I can see what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But you seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Logan watched the young woman coming toward him. He&apos;d just gone to the bar after his cage fight, leaning against it as the bar tender brought over his beer. She scooted up to his side, laying her hand on his arm,&quot;Hey there, you willing to buy a girl a drink?&quot; Logan shook his head chuckling to himself,&quot;Little girl you need to run back home to your mama before you pick the wrong man to go rubbing on.&quot; The blonde pouted at him, pressing against his side,&quot;But I want to have fun.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; He sighed and looked at her, turning fully to face her. “Darlin’ you need to listen. You don’t know who or what you’re playin’ with.” She smiled then,”But I do. They call you the Wolverine, say you’re a real good fighter.” &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; let out a huff, “They do and I am.”</description>
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