The Art of Dying

Lung cancer, rampant. No surprise. I've smoked since I was sixteen, behind the high-school football bleachers in Northfield, Minnesota. I used to fear the embarrassment of dying youngish, letting people natter sagely, "He smoked, you know." But at seventy-seven I'm into the actuarial zone. I know about ending a dependency.

Noah Baker

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