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Your wish is granted.
The work, literally, does itself! Mary Poppins herself would pop a vessel straining with incredulity as the messes spontaneously cleaned themselves, as the broken things mended themselves as if in a film run backwards, mistakes are corrected and sins of commission and omission are forgiven and fulfilled. Eventually, there *is* no more work to be done. Your joy at this windfall of leisure time transforms to boredom with daytime tv, then 24 hour tv. Boredom decays into ennui with nothing to do, since everything is already as good as it can be. Ennui morphs into hunger since you're not getting paid for your good looks (shame, really). Hunger into malnourishment, malnourishment into starvation, starvation into death, as we all must die. But at least you had plenteous free time to enjoy the ride.
I wish I was better at setting reasonable boundaries.
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Be Just and Fear Not.
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