In the meantime, please direct your attention to the corner of the room to meet your new fiddle leaf fig tree.” Oh, fuck yeah. The time has come. Dreams are coming true after a shit of a day. Come to Papa . . . I turn toward the corner of the living room, expecting to see a well-nourished, thriving fiddle leaf fig, but to my dismay, a small pot sits on the floor with three leaves sprouting from it instead. My brow pinches together. “What’s that?” “I know what you must be thinking.” She gets off her stool and walks over to the plant. “It’s small now, but with lots of love and devotion to its
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