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			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I could be dead.&amp;rdquo; He said, casually leaning against the cracked wood of the park bench. Five years was the number and with each came a new awakening --- a new sense of reality.&amp;nbsp; A robin chirped above his head, but he ignored it. Instead, he turned to the man in t..</description>
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