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		<title>Fleetwood Factory by Peggy Douglas</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#160; My son heaves plywood on the line, where compressed air and staples two inches long find their rhyme: throw a board up staple back, whack, along paneling lines. Throw a board up stable back, whack. No words ever spoken. Stud walls swabbed with industrial glue waiting for nailers and screwgunners to echo and reverb. ... <a title="Fleetwood Factory by Peggy Douglas" class="read-more" href="https://twohawksquarterly.com/2010/02/19/fleetwood-factory/" aria-label="Read more about Fleetwood Factory by Peggy Douglas">Read more</a></p>
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