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  <title>Cruising......</title>
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  <title>String of themes: amy/cream</title>
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  <description>Here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 My happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Cream gushed at the plush toys and fabrics lining her room, it was like being in a fantasy world... well, that wasn&apos;t much of an exaggeration, considering all the things she&apos;d been through, but it was enough to express her feelings toward the sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately her mother Vanilla came into mind--she was always very generous with everything. But then again, not even Vanilla would spoil her this much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took slow, tentative steps into her room, looking around with a hand to her mouth. She could see Cheese sleeping soundly on the bed, and wondered if he might have played a part in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart felt like it could burst open at any moment. Her eyes lit up even more to see the piko piko mallet leaning up against the closet doorframe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 Windows of the soul&lt;br /&gt;It was too hot to go to the beach! That was Amy&apos;s complaint at first, but the moment she&apos;d learned that Sonic might be there, she was packed and ready to surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Sonic wasn&apos;t there. He never stayed in one place for too long, even when he was tanning his lovely blue hide. That dropped Amy&apos;s enthusiam point-9%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream would have told her that it was really a lie. But then she&apos;d be point-9% alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy hopped onto a beach chair and pouted, fanning her face with the fury of 1000 white hot suns, or like the beach rays that were frying her stomach. &quot;This is dumb! All that for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little rabbit smiled and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best to agree with the criminally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But now you can get a tan, so you can look good for Sonic.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey! Yeah!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Cream just sat there and admired Amy and her returning bout of energy. She was striking. Amy&apos;s mind, heart, and soul were always worn on her sleeves, or in this case, her bright-red polkadotted bathing suit. Yup, it was best to just admire the criminally adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 Served your purpose&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Amy, this is taking too long! ...Let&apos;s go home--&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No way! It&apos;s around here somewhere--I saw it!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Then where is it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Um... Just a little this way.&quot; Amy led them through the seemingly endless entanglement of forest trees and shrubbery. They were on some wild treasure hunt to find Amy&apos;s lost hairclip. Something called a Soldier Feather? Swordsman Feather? Whatever. It was hot, and getting late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream was ready to collapse. &quot;Amy...&quot; She was about to complain, but then the pink-hedgehog turned around and gave her the water-works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible... to ressist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please, Cream, do it for me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the things Cream did... She sighed and trudged ahead, the heat in her sneakers not letting up one bit. &quot;Ok, but only if....?&quot; A shiny speck of something or the other caught her eye, or to be more accurate, her foot. &quot;Um... Is this...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held up a very dirty looking broach-like clip with feathers protruding from the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;YES!&quot; Amy practically assaulted Cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though crushed under the weight, Cream had to admit, it was still a nice feeling. At least now Amy wouldn&apos;t be mopey for another week and a half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ew, why is it so dirty?&quot; Uh, duh. &quot;I have to get this cleaned up--bye Cream!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream stared at Amy&apos;s disappearing silhoette and sighed. &quot;It seems I&apos;ve served my purpose. That Amy...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 Forever ours&lt;br /&gt;Amy tried, for six years, to keep it as innocent as possible between them. It was very easy the first five, but as the time rolled on, things seemed to have taken a massive turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did Cream know about sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy twisted in the embrace, eyes looking everywhere but the cute bunny in front of her. She was pretty old now. Eighteen. Ok, that wasn&apos;t old, but compared to her other friends, she&apos;d come a long way. &quot;Wow, it&apos;s gotten pretty hot in here. Haha, let me turn on the air-co~&quot; She slipped out of the other&apos;s grasp and went to check the thermometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Amy!&quot; Cream shouted, well aware that the other was just being dodgy. As she had been for the past year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink girl jumped at her name being called and turned around. Was she mad? &quot;Yeah?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...Do you think... this isn&apos;t working out anymore?&quot; Cream wondered, more to herself than to anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy looked at her with surprise, &quot;What makes you say that?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...You were always ready to do anything for Sonic.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I--mm.&quot; Hm, she was right. But Amy was younger then, and while she never lost her passion, she did lose some ignorance. Now, how to say it? &quot;It&apos;s not like that, Cream. It&apos;s just... I don&apos;t want you to rush ahead of me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with their age gap, Cream had always been the mature girl of the two, or at the very least, the most level-headed. Oh, how the times were changing. After a long moment of thought, she sighed and bowed her head. &quot;You&apos;re right. I&apos;ve just been feeling weird lately.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy gingerly pressed Cream head to her bosom and smiled, &quot;I think I finally rubbed off on you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their laughter filled the room, putting their hearts at ease. Cream didn&apos;t have anymore doubts. What she had with Amy was different than what Sonic had. This would last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 Introspection&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year; that&apos;s how much I thought about him, and for a good portion of my life. Probably my first mistake. Underestimating &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; was another, or perhaps it was underestimating &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, but either way I&apos;d ended up on the shorter end of the stick. Or however that saying goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder where she went, who she&apos;s seeing, what she&apos;s doing; but I have no right to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amy&apos;s Pov)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 &quot;If only...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 Words of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 Inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 Reaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 Chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 Holidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Nov 2006 19:09:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bomberman Jetterz, Mighty/Shirobon, Theme#4, 5 &amp; 6</title>
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  <description>Title: It Stung Like That&lt;br /&gt;Author: cre_amy&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Mighty/Shirobon&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Bomberman Jetterz&lt;br /&gt;Theme#4: spilled perfume&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don&apos;t own Bomberman Jetterz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: What Did It&lt;br /&gt;Author: cre_amy&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Mighty/Shirobon&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Bomberman Jetterz&lt;br /&gt;Theme#5: death&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don&apos;t own Bomberman Jetterz. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: We Need This&lt;br /&gt;Author: cre_amy&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Mighty/Shirobon&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Bomberman Jetterz&lt;br /&gt;Theme#6: new life&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don&apos;t own Bomberman Jetterz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2006 00:09:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Wii?</title>
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  <description>At first when the next-gen nintendo system was called Revolution, I was all like, that&apos;s pretty cool. But then it changed to the &apos;Wii&apos;, and for a while all I could think was &quot;What the hell?&quot; ....But now I love that name, it&apos;s grown on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met to old friends by pure chance a few days ago! It was so weird, but kind of nice. They were seniors who graduated from last year, so of course I won&apos;t be seeing them anymore. T__T By the by, since the whole 30 themes community thing is getting so darn big, I decided to try one. At 50_themes. ^^ I signed up for &apos;Amy Rose x Cream the Rabbit&apos; and &apos;Colette Brunel and Sheena Fujibayashi&apos;. Hope I get them! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; *crosses fingers*</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2004 23:31:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Boom Puri Puri</title>
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  <description>Ok ok reiku, I get your damn point! ...I&apos;ll start over. &lt;br /&gt;=__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, though I&apos;m thinking some friends only stuff might be a good idea... &lt;br /&gt;probably. Crap, when I came back I realized just how much crap was lying around, so I cleared it all out. A new avi and all would probably be nice.</description>
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