I'm three decades into life. I have a house now. School is long over. Homework is now literally work on my home. And yet, I still find myself starting the weekend's planned home repair or improvement at 10pm on Sunday evening.
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If you met yourself from the future, what would you ask your future self?
What if they wont tell you anything?