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I'm going off the top here but I've got a question cause my life has just taken an emotionally wicked turn:

    What if you had an envelope, the contents of which, had two possibilities.

Possibility A: If you open it, you find out something that would change entire your life........but in a way that you may actually have wished you had never opened it in the first place!

Possibility B: You give said envelope to its intended recipient and pretend to be surprised with everyone else when the news leaks.....even though, deep down, NOT knowing what's in that envelope is almost not an option!

What would you do?

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