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He has a decent job, a marriage as happy as it can be after 21 years together, and children who love him – more or less… An average life, as orderly as a ruled sheet of paper and as predictable as elevator music. So, since his heart holds no enthusiasm or excitement, he thinks. About death, mainly. About the emptiness of lives that are neither good nor bad, of people who play the role expected of them without ever questioning its meaning. He is the man of the 21st century. And he’s left himself just one month, to see…