One Week
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Last published Fri, Jan 23, 2015
Imagine, just for a moment, you are suddenly told you have one week. Maybe one week to finish an assignment or project. Maybe one week until a sports competition, or exam. One week until your dog dies. One week until the sun burns itself out. One week until you die.
And there's nothing you can do about it.
Except stop imagining.
But I'm not imagining.
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