12 Things To Do Before I Die
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What would you do if a letter told you your death was six months away?
I was just an ordinary twenty-five year old man, drifting through life without a clue until a strange letter showed up at my door.
I thought it was a prank.
Until I started dreaming about the man in the black suit.
He says the letter is real. That my time is ticking. And that I have one chance to make my life count.
So I did what any sane, doomed person would do.
I made a list.
Twelve things to do before I die.
Some are small. Some are impossible.
All of them will change me.
This is the story of how I chose to live, before I couldn't anymore.
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Mysterious. Honest. Heartbreaking.
This emotional journey blends reality with the surreal, asking one question that will stay with you long after the final page:
If you knew when you'd die... would you finally start living?
12 Things. 6 Months. 1 Life worth remembering.
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