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		<title>Liquor Store</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The pimple behind the register at the liquor store didn't recognize him. Billy had graduated the eighth grade with his mother. He'd feel old except she had him four days before her sixteenth birthday. Billy tried not to sound guilty as he asked for cigarettes and rolling paper. The kid only smirked and rang him up around thumb jabs at his dirty well past  [...] ]]></description>
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		<title>William and Tamra On The Porch</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Is it true?” Dennis Plaster heard his 68 year old father’s tired gravelbed voice coming from his own mouth. A mind blurring ache had taken up residence in his skull, he could feel the odd shade of yellow that surrounded the large black and blue bruise in his chest, but all that felt natural and [...]]]></description>
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