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					<description><![CDATA[“Step on a crack, break your mother’s back,” Ray dutifully reminded himself as he watched his left shoe, and then his right shoe, pass each other on the sidewalk below, looking from his vantage point like compact autos negotiating a tiny two-lane road. If one could even call it that, given a buckling surface strewn [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
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					<description><![CDATA[This is a story about shoes, 300 pairs give or take, and my 30-year relationship with a significant other named Amy, who lived in Kansas with her parakeet, and whom I never got a chance to meet. Amy and I were introduced to each other in the early 1970s through N.O.S.E., or the National Odd [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
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					<description><![CDATA[A few years ago on a sultry Friday in July, my then-partner and I ventured in our RV up to the Orient Land Trust in Colorado, where we planned to spend a weekend camping and soaking in their hot springs. The OTL website says, &#8220;Visitors of all ages and walks of life enjoy free educational [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
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