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		<title>Getting By</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Dan Coxon &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; For the first week the wallet sat next to the phone. David would eye it cautiously as he left for work each morning, as if he expected it to burst into flames, or come to life and flap clumsily across the room. All it did was slowly gather a thin film of ... <a title="Getting By" class="read-more" href="https://twohawksquarterly.com/2011/10/20/getting-by/" aria-label="Read more about Getting By">Read more</a></p>
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