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		<title>Death Certificate</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; As the rusty gate to the Municipal Office opened with a squeak, Agha hobbled in. His arthritic joints protested each step, but he trudged forward. “Take a ticket, old man.” With a robotic hand motion, a clerk pointed to a dispenser. Agha&#8217;s crooked fingers pressed the button. The machine buzzed and spat out a &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://litbreak.com/death-certificate/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Death Certificate"</span></a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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