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		<title>Sundowner</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[The rural hospital where her father languished was brand new, a sparkling edifice improbably situated like some medical temple in a cow pasture. It was such a young building to house the old. Dr. Christine Hartford hurried to locate her dad’s room. She’d been given directions in the social worker’s melodious Outer Banks drawl. Finding &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://litbreak.com/sundowner/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Sundowner"</span></a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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