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  <title>Bliss Stage</title>
  <subtitle>Love Is Our Weapon</subtitle>
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    <name>Bliss Stage: Love Is Our Weapon, a webnovel</name>
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      <name>Sara Smith || Innocent Sweetheart || Bliss Stage</name>
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    <title>Chapter 0: First Steps, Part 1</title>
    <published>2017-06-01T08:01:26Z</published>
    <updated>2017-06-01T08:05:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='otomechapilot' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://otomechapilot.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://otomechapilot.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;otomechapilot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The nightmare is always the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day of school, just as everything happened.  Second grade English, getting caught telling Simon what a pronoun is during a quiz.  My teacher asking if I knew what kind of punishment I would get.  And then... she's just stopping, falling, with that smile, fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car crashes through the wall, right through her, the driver smiling and asleep at the wheel.  She's dead instantly.  Simon's trying to take my hand and get me out of there.  I'm crying and screaming; wouldn't you?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://bliss-stage-liow.dreamwidth.org/402.html#cutid1"&gt;And then I wake up.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bliss_stage_liow&amp;ditemid=402" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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