A man named Toby likes to author stories about life.
One late autumn day he finds he has a terminal illness.
Most likely he ownly has one year to live.
In that year he would like to write his life story.
He spends the next year typing away at his masterpiece.
He wonders what dying is like.
He goes to see his doctor to get additional tests.
His masterpiece is a subject of mock and ridicule.
The doctors test find that his cancer is now in remission.
He will most like live with that badly written biography forever.
Now unfinished.
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