You see a film that has everyone you will ever interact with's date and cause of death, everyone but yours. As a rule, you are not allowed to tell a person their date or cause, and you are not allowed to ask for yours. You live like this for years, you reach 37 years old, everyone you have ever known by name comes and wishes you happy birthday, very odd as you spend most birthdays alone. You suspect your death is coming soon, it is only a matter of time, how much time? You don't know.
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Random stories
Randomstories that i come up with out of the blue, probably wont be well developed or edited because of how quickly i write them after they pop in my head.
