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	<description>No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.</description>
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		<title>The Way I Remember It</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[The father handed the box to the grandfather, and he cocked his head as if acknowledging his son should have the honor. The father ripped off the paper, opened the box, and removed a black gun.

That couldn’t really be a gun. I stared with my mouth open as the baby held out his hands and wiggled his little fingers just out of its reach. Then the grandfather placed the end of that shiny black pistol into the baby’s mouth, who sucked on it like a new toy.]]></description>
		
		
		
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