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		<title>Chapter Fifty-Four</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dancy examined her face very closely in the cruel, queasy light shimmering around the mirror in the cramped airliner powder room.  No new wrinkles or gray hairs from her latest shenanigans, nice touch of tan.  The cheekbones were holding up pretty well, but her skin was drawing a little tighter over them every [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Fifty-Three</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 01:32:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Doc woke up in the middle of the night for what he already knew would be the first of many sessions of aching, staring, and recriminating.  The kind of moment when he almost regretted giving up cigarettes.  But not really.  You learn what you can&#8217;t live with and what you can&#8217;t live [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Fifty-Two</title>
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