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			<title>The Escalator</title>
			<description>The dimming late afternoon light pried Milton&amp;rsquo;seyes open. He had worked the night shift so long that twilight was his cue towake up. The springs of his old bed creaked as he hoisted his feet to thefloor. He could have a new bed. Every citizen was ent..</description>
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