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		<title>The Walrus</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; Yolanda walked unsteadily down Madison Avenue, watching her red, kid-leather boots with golden buckles plow through thick snow. Ken called them her fancy-pants boots. Her feet were soaked through and so cold she could hardly feel them. There was something she was trying to remember. What was it? A smell of some kind. She &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://litbreak.com/the-walrus/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "The Walrus"</span></a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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