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		<title>The Camp Grounds</title>
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		<description>This includes the Shore, The Mess Hall, The theater.</description>
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			<title>Contemplations</title>
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			<dc:creator>Stasha Shotaru</dc:creator>
			<description>Stasha found herself walking up to the shoreline of Long Island Sound. She didn't know what drew her to go there, but she felt that it was necessary. She needed to think. And think about everything. She'd been at camp for about a month and she still hadn't been claimed. Stasha was still staying in the over crowded Hermes cabin and she still had little to no friends. No one wanted to talk to her. One person ahd spoken to her however. It was brief and they'd cursed her saying she was a daughter  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 02:18:26 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>On Half-Blood Hill</title>
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			<dc:creator>Penny Killian</dc:creator>
			<description>&quot;Hey, kid, there's nothing here.&quot; The rough-looking taxi cab driver looked into the backseat from the rearview mirror. He was haggerd and tired from his passenger's insane directions, his five o'clock shadow even more apparent now. 

 

Penny Killian looked up quickly, pushing a strand of honey-blonde hair back behind her ear. &quot;Oh, I just have to get out here, take this!&quot; She tossed him a wad of mortal money, the last of her stash. He didn't say anything more as she grabbed  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 00:04:41 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>At the lake</title>
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			<dc:creator>Percy Jackson</dc:creator>
			<description>Percy came running to the lake and willed himself to be wet and jumped in. He saw a fish swim by. He saw a canoe and blasted himself out and over the canoe. He saw some unclaimed demigods. He then went back down and swam to the surface. He got out and saw some more demigods, he was soaked. Oh, I am dumb, there is a canoeing class. Hopefully some unclaimed ones don't get to be the son of Poseidon. Even though I kind of want one roomate. He then got up and walked to his cabin. At least, even though  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 18:03:34 GMT</pubDate>
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