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The morning started well enough - quick breakfast, out the door, no traffic jams, arriving early at the airport for my flight and discovering it was actually running on time - but I began to feel a little trepidatious when the small, bald man in the saffron robe came up to me, handed me a daisy, beamed his smile up into my face and said, "Today, sir, is the last day of the rest of your life".
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