Wish Upon a Weed

“Aren’t you supposed to make a wish when you blow on a dandelion?” I asked my husband.

“Yeah?” he answered.

I looked at our yard full of wishes but couldn’t think of one I wanted — aside from the obvious ones like world peace, an end to poverty, etc… So I closed my eyes and blew.

I could tell what I wished for, but then they won’t come true.

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