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<title><![CDATA[Westward With Wes]]></title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:42:30 CDT</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[	I had been begging for an extra week ever since the news came. We were moving to Indiana to be closer to my Grandma Thelma. My Grandpa Fred had died a couple years prior, and with her getting older, living alone wasn’t getting any easier. Don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t a problem. I love my Grandma dearly, and I would do anything for her. The problem was the timing.<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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