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I'm told I might die next week. I'm told I should get my affairs in order. I'm told to try and get rest before the big day. I'm told to put my stuff in this closet. I'm told to count backwards. I'm told I've been out cold for 3 days. I'm told I will live another week. I'm told they didn't get it done. I'm told I will need to repeat the process in a week. I'm told to stay close to the centre. I'm told there is less chance next time. I'm told I might die next week. - Again
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
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I'm told I might die next week. I'm told I should get my affairs in order. I'm told to try and get rest before the big day. I'm told to put my stuff in this closet. I'm told to count backwards. I'm told I've been out cold for 3 days. I'm told I will live another week. I'm told they didn't get it done. I'm told I will need to repeat the process in a week. I'm told to stay close to the centre. I'm told there is less chance next time. I'm told I might die next week. - Again
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
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