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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Curse this damned place. I don’t want anything to do with here.” Holson, my best childhood friend, slammed the door and headed off on foot to the nearest mechanic. He just wants to be nobody in a big city. He wants time to move at its regular pace and make it from point A to point B without interruption or detour. I’m okay with here. I’m okay with things interrupting the present. The smell of sweet, deep-fried goodness wafts over from the nearby snack truck. Most of the roosters have stopped crowing, but now and then you’ll hear one. I</p>
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