The Art of Dying
I always said that when my time came I’d want to go fast. But where’s the fun in that? Lung cancer, rampant. No surprise. I’ve smoked since I was sixteen, behind the high-school football bleachers in Northfield, Minnesota. I used to fear the embarrassment of dying youngish, letting people natter …
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