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		<title>A Meandering, Sometimes Agonizing Path</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I mean, we’re not that close now, but he’s the guy who will take me to the hospital at the end of my life when I’m dying. I married him for that. For the end. And, of course, for the children. He’ll be the one to take me when I need chemo.”

“Do you have cancer?” I asked.

“Not yet,” she said.]]></description>
		
		
		
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