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<title>#2388 &#8212; Nell from a rope against the sun by Al Pittman</title>
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<description>&quot;Nell.	It's not fair.  The Good Lord knows it's not.  Not fair at all.  A fine young woman like meself stuck every bit of a lifetime with an invalid to look after.  It's no proper way for a woman to live.  There was a time, I tell you, there wasn't&#8230;&quot;</description>
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