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Published: May 10, 2010

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So here's chapter 5!

Woot! I'm so excited I hit my deadline posting the next chapter of Eden. [link] Please read it if you get a chance.

Anyway, back to chapter 5 of Forsaken! Star and Mike are fighting again. I feel a little bit iffy about using the stadium, considering there are other areas that would probably work out better. I also feel as though TFMAT has been used before. What do you think?

Chapter 1:[link]
Chapter 2:[link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9:[link]
Chapter 10: [link]

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