What do you do when you find out that someone you don't know well but like immensely has a terminal disease and four years to live and tells you you're among five people on earth privileged with that information?
Buy him a drink?
A blow-up doll?
Develop a morbid sense of humor, and start cracking jokes about lymphomas?
Pretend you didn't just hear that?
Do you call the next day?
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