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I think I would want to know when and how. That way, I'd be able to do all sorts of things I'm too scared to do now. For example, if I knew I was going to die 37 years from now from lung cancer ... then I could go ahead and punch that cow who's always taking a dump whenever I drive by it.
Or, I could go ahead and bungee jump.
Or, I could go ahead and fly on that plane without a stress in the world.
Or, I could go ahead and murder that ho who took my money.
Or, I could go ahead and walk over to my neighbor's house and tell them to shut the fuck up, it's 2 o'clock in the goddamn morning.
Or, I could eat that month old sandwhich I found in the back of the fridge.
Etc.
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