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  • I am steadily deteriorating
    from a terminal illness
    for which
    there is
    no cure.
    The doctor was very somber
    when he
    gave me
    the diagnosis.
    "I'm terribly sorry,"
    he said,
    "you've got quite a case of
    Existence.
    I'm afraid the Life will
    eventually
    kill you."
    there was a pause.
    "well,"
    I sighed,
    "how long have I got left?"
    "no telling,
    anywhere from,
    say,
    a few decades to
    a
    few
    days."
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