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		<title>The Hammock Half</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2016 13:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The difference between my life in Tennessee and my life in the big city amounted to hammocks. I said this slowly because he looked drunk— likely dim prior to drunk— nonetheless a certain shade of peculiar which seemed attractive. From a distance at first, and now, up close. He drove ambulances and his name was &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://litbreak.com/the-hammock-half/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "The Hammock Half"</span></a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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