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It was over. He would be dead within minutes, or hours, at most. He thought that if he had it to do over again, he’d do only one thing differently. He’d try to savor every moment of consciousness. He’d give up complaining about anything, ever again. He’d do his best to remember that the purpose in doing anything lay in the doing. Never in the thing. Because nothing lasts and ultimately, nothing would be remembered. In the end, there would be no one to remember it.
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G.F. Gustav (Blood Loss (Jeremy's Run, #2))