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			<title>life after death</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The night wrapped around me like a stale cold blanket. I couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. The damp road beneath me seeped through my clothes. The wet was like ice on my skin. I lay there unmoving for what seemed an eternity, listening for sounds around me. Was it possible? Had I ..</description>
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