When I was five I wanted to be seventeen, a princess, of course, and ride a white stallion. Secretly, I’d have preferred a unicorn, but I’d been told they didn’t exist.

Now, I’d settle for no pain and no stress. And since, in the intervening years, I have learnt that you can’t believe everything you’re told – I’d still like a unicorn!



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