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  <title>Something old, something new</title>
  <subtitle>something borrowed, something Blue</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Amelia "Amy" Jessica Williams (nee Pond)</name>
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  <updated>2015-07-17T23:43:33Z</updated>
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    <title>[Personal Log:] Li'l Rascals Plot, for madman_inabox</title>
    <published>2015-07-17T23:41:55Z</published>
    <updated>2015-07-17T23:43:33Z</updated>
    <category term="g: ten forward"/>
    <category term="cr: eleven"/>
    <category term="pl: kid plot"/>
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    <content type="html">She wakes up in a sweat, eyes wide and chest heaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to remember the last thing that happened, but everything feels a bit underwater.  She remembers the lounge.  She'd begun to feel poorly, and she went for a lie down, and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raises her hand to her head.  That's not right.  The fingers are too small.  Wait just a minute now, what is going on?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rory!" she cries out, voice small and too-young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the hour, she's standing outside His door, swimming in her clothes and fighting back tears, chin jutted out defiantly.  She's still in what she had on, mini-skirt now to her calves, jumper hanging off one shoulder and scarf dragging behind her like a wedding train.  She looks as angry as she is afraid, and were she not twelve years old she'd go give Q a right piece of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor!" her tiny voice calls, trying the door chime again; "I need you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=and_she_waited&amp;ditemid=1596" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-27:1283975:792</id>
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    <title>[ contact me ]</title>
    <published>2012-10-01T04:16:34Z</published>
    <updated>2012-10-01T04:47:17Z</updated>
    <category term="ooc: sticky post"/>
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    <content type="html">Right then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your message after the beep, and I'll get back to you just as soon as I'm on the right planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=and_she_waited&amp;ditemid=792" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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