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I sat across from a fictional character,
Who told me I would die in the morning.
I awoke,
The pain was back;
I was afraid to sleep.
How should I prepare were I to die?
What would I leave behind?
I did not have much,
But such as I had I gathered.
I stayed up all that night:
Collecting what I had written,
Putting it in order,
Typing what had existed only in my illegible scrawl.
When morning came I did not die.
That night's work formed the core of all that has followed.

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