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011 - One Week

 Abby didn't know what to do with the news. Only a week to live and do what? Plan a funeral. Sink under the covers into depression. Make AND impossibly complete a bucket list. There was too much and not enough time. Even now, she was wasting time trying to decide. It all took time. Time she didn't have anymore.

Abby was stuck, and the doctor's droning voice offering counseling and "assistance and resources" angered her. She grabbed her bag, snatched the papers offered, and left without completing the discharge papers, cause fuck that. An iced latte later, she submitted her vacation time and filled her calendar with breakfast, lunches, and dinners at all the best restaurants with friends and family, though none knew why. 

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Prompt: If you had one week to live... 

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