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There are moments in your life when you have to seriously consider the question, if I knew this was my last day on earth, how would I spend it? I chose to pretend that I had only twenty-four hours left on the planet, and I indulged my mother. I called my supervisor and told her I was taking an extra vacation day. She didn’t wish me well. I looked at the big monument in the middle of the cemetery, and I felt the tightness of care and worry fading from my chest.

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