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			<title><![CDATA[ ~The Truth Comes Out~ Short Story ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ A.N (This is my take on how things should go, but we all know it wont happen. But oh well I am sure something good will happen soon).<br><br><br>~The Truth Comes Out~<br><br><br>It was the big day for everyone who cared for Elizabeth Webber had been waiting for. The day she was marrying Lucky Spencer all over again. It was the second wedding as adults. She had her little boy Cameron and another child on the way. The child of her husbands enemy. It happened when Lucky cheated on Elizabeth with... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 02:23:36 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Truths ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ There has been so many scenarios running around my brain. This is just another one. It won't be many parts, because you know how good I am at updating quickly! LOL<br><br>Enjoy!<br><br>_______________________________________________________<br><br>Jason was walking along the docks, heading toward the hospital. Hed just gotten back from Tennessee with Lulu and Spinnelli, and hed been cleared of the charges against him. It was his first opportunity to go see Elizabeth. He hadnt seen her... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 05 Dec 2006 08:15:10 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ When He Finally Had Enough (c) ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Jason walked out of the elevator of the Metro Court with Sonny. They were headed back from a meeting with the five families when they decided to stop by and have dinner before heading home. It was a long day, and even though Sonny was a master cook, they decided eating out would be quicker.<br><br>Walking further into the room, he noticed that it was quite busy for the middle of the week. It seemed that everyone he knew was there tonight. In the far corner were the Quartermaines. Cook must... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 08:29:25 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ What Am I Doing Here? (c) ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Elizabeths POV:<br><br><br>What am I doing here? I havent been here in years. In fact, Ive purposely avoided this place, because the memories are too intense. I wanted to put them behind me, because it was the only way to move on.<br><br>But things never work out the way you want them do they? I thought my life was finally working out. I had a good job, a wonderful little boy who brings joy into my life everyday, and I was married to my childhood sweetheart. We were going to be a family.... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Fri, 13 Oct 2006 07:58:36 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ When She Finally Had Enough (c) ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ When She Finally Had Enough<br><br><br><br><br><br>Elizabeth walked off the elevator into the Metrocourt restaurant, looking around for Emily. They had planned on a nice dinner, just two friends enjoying each others company. <br><br>Emily had been the only person, other than Sonny, surprisingly, who had been supportive of her these past few months. When word got around that Jason was indeed the father of her baby, she had been on the receiving end of some very hurtful and scathing words.... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Fri, 13 Oct 2006 07:57:26 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ The Ties That Bind ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE CENTER START--><div style="text-align:center"><!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://angelstears.net/humatheguma/Requests/CC2.jpg" style="border:0;"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--></div><!--EZCODE CENTER END--><br><br>What you need to know: This takes place shortly after Elizabeth walked out of Jason's penthouse in 2002. Jason is not dating Courtney, or married to Brenda. The rest will be revealed in due time. I hope you enjoy!<br>~*~<br><br>Elizabeth Webber blew the hair out of her... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2005 11:52:16 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Wicked Games ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Wicked Games: Ch 1 (NC-17)</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>The entire Fic is NC-17</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br>The thick fog of cigarette smoke stung Elizabeths eyes. The distinct smell of cigarettes, cheep liquor, and male sweat surrounded her. In her hair, in her clothes, it made her feel dirty.this place made her feel dirty. But what was she suppose to do? Say no to her best friend on her bachelorette? Say no I... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ You and Me (C) ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE UNDERLINE START--><span style="text-decoration:underline">Part One</span><!--EZCODE UNDERLINE END--><br><br>You going to see Elizabeth tonight? Sonny asked. <br><br>Im supposed to bring dinner by. Shes been working on a painting, Jason replied. <br><br>I know. I saw her sketchpad on her desk yesterday, Sonny said. Shes doing a great job, you know. I know you were hesitant about me giving her the job, but shes the best assistant Ive ever had. Camerons a great kid and... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ When He Came Home ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ WHEN HE CAME HOME<br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Prologue</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br><br>Elizabeth, Emily said. <br><br>Hey Em. How are you today? Elizabeth asked. <br><br>Is Jason here? Emily asked, looking around the penthouse. <br><br>He took Cameron to the park, Elizabeth replied. I wanted to finished this painting for the gallery showing.<br><br>Im sorry if Im bothering you, Emily said. <br><br>Oh no, I didnt mean it like that, Elizabeth said quickly.... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Holiday Challenge: ANGELS- Someone's Watching Over Me (C) ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Holiday Challenge: ANGELS- Someones Watching Over Me</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Theme:</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em> Angels watch over things. </em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br>Alexander Lewis, his older brother James, and their father Cameron were spending their first Christmas together in several years. But they werent spending it as they had once done, with presents, turkey, and... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 16:33:14 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Stuck (C) ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Stuck</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br>The morning after Elizabeth left the penthouse<br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>I cant get out of bed today<br>Or get you off my mind<br>I just cant seem to find a way<br>To leave the love behind</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--></strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br>Elizabeths alarm went off at a quarter to seven that morning, playing Stacie Orricos Stuck, and Elizabeth awoke,... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 16:23:41 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ What We Really Needed ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Prologue</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br><br>&quot;Oh god. I can't be. This is not what I need right now. Oh god. Oh god.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Elizabeth! Elizabeth, Wait!&quot;<br>She turned suddenly at the sound of her name and looked into the eyes of Dr. Meadows.<br><br>&quot;Yes?&quot; She whispered.<br><br>&quot;Don't forget to make an appointment for two weeks from now.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Appointment. Two weeks. Sure.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Okay I'll see... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2004 19:14:47 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ The Truth Behind It All (c) ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Prologue</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br>-Elizabeths House-<br>&quot;Okay here's the plan&quot; Carly started. &quot;Just ask your dad to take you away on business for a month or two and when you come back Sonny and Jason will have known everything and have a chance to cool off. Or you can just go take a long vacation or something.&quot;<br>&quot;Carly...whos gonna tell him everything and explain on my behalf?&quot; Elizabeth said with a look that told... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2004 19:10:21 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Write By Request- Radio Waves (C) ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Write By Request: Radio Waves</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br>A/N: This is an AU story. Elizabeth is a disc jockey. She has a latenight or over night program. Her program is a music program, but she takes requests and chats with listeners on the air about their loves and lives. Jason listens by chance one night, and falls for the sexy, intriguing voice on the radio. He just has to meet the woman behind the voice. <br><br>From... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Feb 2004 10:21:07 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Satin &amp; Sin ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ NC-17 rating throughout entire story. Im going to apologize ahead of time if anyone finds any of this offensive. I guess the older I get the wilder my imagination becomes. <br><br><br>SATIN &amp; SIN<br><br>Elizabeth Webber studied the item lying in front of her intently. Tapping her foot absently to the beat of the music on the radio, she debated what to do. <br><br>Leather or lace? the petite brunette wondered aloud, eyeing the article of clothing, if it could be called that. Removing... ]]></description>

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			<author>feeds@yuku.com (harley75)</author>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2004 18:59:17 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Remind Me ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong><!--EZCODE UNDERLINE START--><span style="text-decoration:underline">Remind Me<br>Chapter One</span><!--EZCODE UNDERLINE END--></strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--></em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br> <br> <br>&quot;Hey you.&quot;<br> <br>&quot;Hey yourself.&quot;<br> <br>Jason took a seat on a stool at Kelly's counter. He rested his forearms against the flat surface and let a smile fall over his lips. Elizabeth smiled back.... ]]></description>

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			<author>feeds@yuku.com (Shaye0227)</author>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2004 06:37:40 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ SOUTH OF NAPLES (short - C) by Slim ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Hi everyone! I know I havent been around lately, but when I won a couple of awards for fan fiction on another site, and some people had e-mailed me about my writing, and I was incredibly flattered and inspiredI thought my 15 minutes of fame was over! So I started thinking about Liason again and this idea came to my head and I wrote it this afternoon. Hope you enjoy, and thanks again for the kind words!<br>&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp <br>Okay, background for this... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2004 18:17:12 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ FF:Release Me(Series) ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Hope you guys like it!!!!<br><br>Flash Fic # 63: Release Me<br><br>Jose Riveras ship had finally come in, after years and years of running numbers, of hiding in trashcans for hours while spying on threatening families, after doing the crap of the crapiest jobs he was finally receiving the recognition he so rightfully deserved. Finally moving up on the ladder and making a name for himself and in Joses mind it was a long time coming. <br><br>No more tomorrows or next years. Today was the day!... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2004 22:56:01 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Wanting ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Wanting</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--></strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Part One:</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br>Jason pulled a cornflower blue shirt out of his closet and shrugged it on as he caught his scowling face in the mirror. After doing up only a single button his hands drop to his sides and he closes his eyes on a deep sigh. His best friend was getting married today. And he was... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2004 13:17:56 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ So It Begins ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>A/N: This is just a very, very brief prologue for a story that I think will be best categorized as an ensemble fic. There will be Liason, but there will be at least one other couple as well. <br></em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br>The packed courtroom was silent as the Honorable Judge Robert Gorman peered over his horn-rimmed glasses at the jury. Madame Forman, has the jury reached a verdict?<br><br>Yes, Your Honor, we have, the forewoman replied. She handed... ]]></description>

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