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		<title>How A Bunch of Teenage Boys Unexpectedly Cured My Sadness</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[ I seldom fear cancer will come back. I’ve read the stats, and I know that because I found my tumor early, my chances of another bout with it are very slim. And aside from the fact that I tend to write about cancerish things a lot, it’s a rare day that cancer thoughts overwhelm me. [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Empty Swingsets</title>
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