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  • Jackson Galati
  • Apr 15, 2019
  • 1 min read

What do you do when you know you’re going to die? I mean I know I’m not invincible, but death is not in my sights. It could be lurking around the bend or hidden behind the trees, but I don’t have to face it, not yet at least. If death was a deer in the middle of the road, would I swerve? Would I slam on the breaks? I don’t think those options, would help, hitting the deer is imminent. So would I do nothing? No. I’d turn up the radio.

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