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				<title>You Paid for That?</title>
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				<description>&lt;p&gt;It was late in the afternoon, and the heat had pressed the city flat. I wandered in just to waste time, let the air cool me down. It wasn’t the kind of place you went looking for anything. Just a long, dim thrift store with stained carpet and too much silence. I was broke, hungry in a vague way, and trying not to go home.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;The painting was near the back, leaning against some kind of support beam, though I’m not sure who was holding up who. It was large. Heavy. Black velvet. The kind that drank in the light and kept it down. Two dogs, side by side. Their bodies filled the frame like they were meant to be there. There was something in their eyes—something in the way they sat, poised and still that made you wonder if they’d been waiting a long time. Still, they looked at you. Or maybe through you. Or maybe they just looked like they wanted a piece of your sandwich. Nothing about it asked to be admired. But I stood there a while.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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