His days are numbered.
"You're dying soon," says his doctor, who had long blonde hair and smelled of strawberry jam. She was pretty, but not very sensitive. "You should live your life as you've always done."
He wakes up. Makes his bed. Brushes his teeth. Pours himself a bowl of cereal. Eats said cereal. Gets dressed. Goes to work.
Types up stuff about stuff. Eats lunch. More typing. Some phone calls. Says good bye to the pretty secretary. Goes home.
Sheds his clothing. Calls in for pizza. Eats pizza. Watches a movie. Falls asleep. Wakes up, puts in some porn, masturbates, falls back asleep.
His days are numbered.
"You're dying soon," says his doctor, who was not very sensitive. "You should live your life as you've always done."
So he does.
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