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		<title>Johnny by Loretta Williams</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is not a story anyone wants to hear, so I&#8217;ll give it to you slow. You let me know when you&#8217;ve heard enough. My cousin Johnny wasn&#8217;t really my cousin. He was the stepson of my aunt, my mother&#8217;s older sister who had had a bad first marriage and rather than marry again, decided she&#8217;d be unfashionable for the 1950&#8217;s and live without license in a Sunbeam singlewide with a widower she met at the VFW hall in town. John Senior was a gruff, beefy man and father to a sweet beefy teenage boy when he and my aunt moved in together. My mother was miffed at her sister&#8217;s living arrangement and for about a year our trips to her home town were carefully arranged to avoid John Senior and Junior but then my mother thawed and Johnny became part of the circle of cousins that flowed in and out of my grandparents house during our visits. Before they moved in with my aunt John Senior and Junior lived by a bare-bones routine. Eggs for breakfast, Dinty Moore Stew for lunch, burgers for dinner. They both dressed the same way, white T-shirt, blue jeans, black boots. When Johnny wanted [...]]]></description>
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