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  <title>Kess' Graphics</title>
  <subtitle>Wind on Fire</subtitle>
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    <name>Kessie</name>
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  <updated>2008-01-01T18:12:09Z</updated>
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    <title>Happy New Year!</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T18:07:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-01T18:12:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;Soooooooooooooo.... yet another year has begun! And as the last year was such an epic failure, this year I'm bothering to set new years resolutions, and I'm going to keep them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're kind of goals, stuff I'd like to be able to do by the end of the&amp;nbsp;year,&amp;nbsp;but it's a similar concept. If Ive kept 5 of these by 01/01/09, I shall be stupidly proud, as I have no willpower whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Be able to function in the morning without 4 cups of coffee&lt;br /&gt;-Eat less than 8 Nutrigrain Chocolate bake bars a day. I admit I actually am addicted to those things!&lt;br /&gt;-Watch season 4 of Buffy without making gagging noises or rude comments everytime Riley comes on screen&lt;br /&gt;-Watch season 1 of House without making gagging noises or rude comments everytime Cameron comes on screen&lt;br /&gt;-Watch season 2 of Bones without making gagging noises or rude comments everytime Sulley comes on screen&lt;br /&gt;-Endure an entire netball lesson without having to fake a migraine to get out&lt;br /&gt;-Not judge people by their favourite cars, favourite ships or haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;-Get over my phobia of ladders and mirrors&lt;br /&gt;-Wake up before 3pm every weekend&lt;br /&gt;-Update my livejournal at least once every 4 days. I have my own computer now so theres no exuse.&lt;br /&gt;-Beat my mother at scrabble&lt;br /&gt;-Control my temper&lt;br /&gt;-Be willing to accept others points of view. Including those of&amp;nbsp;the losers&amp;nbsp;who actually like the Audi R8.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;- Expand my wardrobe. This means own something other than 10 pairs of black jeans and 12 short sleeved red t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make them, please comment with your own, or if you know me well, any suggestions. Thanks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//*Kessie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Fireworks -- My first fic!</title>
    <published>2007-12-16T21:30:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-16T21:35:08Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Catalyst - Anna Nalick</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Title: Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;Author: Kestrel_Hill&lt;br /&gt;Rating: K&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: House/ Cuddy&lt;br /&gt;Length: 287&lt;br /&gt;A/N My first ever fic, so comments of any kind will be hugely appreciated. Just a a short Huddy drabble set at a New years&amp;nbsp; eve party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Is this all we're every going to be? Fireworks?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;p&gt;4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cheer that followed was familiar and Cuddy even joined in a little, shaking hands with people whose names she had forgotten and wishing them a happy new year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fireworks however, were unexpected. Dazzled by the bright lights and thrown by the harsh noise, she had grabbed the nearest person, clutching on to their chest for dear life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't until the after images dancing before her eyes had fizzled out that she looked up and realised her situation. She stammered an apology, only to be cut off abruptly when she noticed just who's shirt she was clinging on to, who’s stubble was grazing her cheek, who’s cane was creating goose bumps where it touched her leg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They stood there frozen, locked in an almost kiss, their lips barely a hairs width apart. And everywhere they touched there was a burning, a fire where before there was a chill left by the January wind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was the first to break away; he always was, shying away from the passion like a hand to a flame. But this time she could not let him go. She grabbed his wrist and turned him harshly back towards her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Is this all we're ever going to be? Fireworks? Passionate, burning and then gone in moments?” she had asked, in a voice so quiet it could not even pass as a whisper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His eyes caught hers for a second, before he tore them away guiltily, trying to look at anything but the pain etched into her face. He gave a barely perceptible nod of his head and then let go, leaving Cuddy alone with nothing but the memory of his touch, smouldering gently on her fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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