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in the clinic, patient 1/0 sat in overalls. with trousers, he reckoned, he could look like the doctors.

the doctor entered. sat without saying a word across.

funny, thought the patient, normally he wishes me a good morning.

i'm afraid, he mentioned, you have little time left.

this is fantastic, the patient thought to himself, now i'm going to make a bucket list, then do all those wonderful things. wow, i'll probably freeze in the himalayas and be excavated 10,000 years later when they have a cure for this.

how long, he asked interrupting his thoughts, far too eager.

ten minutes, said the doctor.

fuck, he thought.

is there someone you'd like to call, asked the doctor, you can use my phone.

the patient was quiet.

ten minutes, he thought, be quick you,

can i have a pen, he said, and some paper.