I used to say that if I could have a minor superpower, I'd want to know where lost things are. ("Honey, where are my car keys?" "Oh, they've slipped down the back of the couch again. And you left the receipts for the dry cleaning in the top draw of your desk at work.") These days I'd trade that for being able to revise conversations—to retroactively not have put my foot in my mouth or forgotten someone's name. I wonder what minor superpower I'll want if I live another twenty years?
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