The Do-Over
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Last published Fri, Jul 13, 2018
[BREAK BC SCHOOL IS STRESS] We've all dreamt of a do-over. A chance to go back and change our mistakes. To be able to go into the past, armed with knowledge of how the future will turn out, and apply what we know to fix a time where we didn't know. We all have hoped that, because of our nature of being human, our universe should have come with a way to go back and fix our countless mistakes. A device, a potion, something, anything to go back. Nothing like this exists in our world, but what if it did? Would we actually learn from our mistakes?
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