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		<title>The Lonely Life of a Federal Marshall by Paul Esposito</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#8220;Penn Station&#8221; &#8220;Gotcha&#8221; The passenger looked up to the second story of the brownstone building and pressed his window switch. &#160;As the tinted window lowered, his wife could be seen through the sun&#8217;s glare off the window of their second floor apartment. &#160;She held their daughter in front of her as she stood in the window seat waving to him. &#160;He could almost make out her lips saying, &#8220;Bye, bye, da-da&#8221; and in his head he replayed that little voice eking out the phrase. The first two lights were green, &#8220;Great timing&#8221; the driver said, &#8220;Hey, want a smoke&#8221; he said as he offered an open pack of Marlboro Reds to the passenger. It caught him off guard. &#8220;Uh..no&#8221; he stammered, &#8220;Thanks for the offer though&#8221; The passenger marveled at the stale and decaying gesture. Offering a cigarette to someone? &#8220;What are the odds that someone under fifty still smokes at this point&#8221;, the passenger thought to himself.&#160; It must have been ten years since someone offered him a cigarette. &#8220;Mind if I have one?&#8221; He should have seen that coming. &#8220;Uh, yeah.&#8221; He said, and then thought, &#8220;This isn&#8217;t going to end well.&#8221; &#8220;Huh?&#8221; the driver mumbled. &#8220;Yes, [...]]]></description>
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