My mistakes would not be recognised as such, and my pot plants would never die and would always flower (where appropriate).
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My mistakes would not be recognised as such, and my pot plants would never die and would always flower (where appropriate).
I’m still wishing for 8 hours sleep a night. But a strawberry plant that actually produced strawberries would be nice, too.
Do people still drink cafe au lait? It’s just a flat white, I guess.
My conversational skills would always be sparklingly witty and lead to offers of (well paid) work and stays in designer beach houses (full catered of course).
And I’d never put down ‘K-Licious’ when I meant my real self….!
Yes, a world of no mistakes. How glorious. (And strawberries!)