(A tongue-in-cheek fable)
I want skin that can tan, hair that's thick and lustrous, feet that don't hurt when I turn 56, a cast iron stomach, blue eyes, blonde hair.
I'd like a wealthy family so I don't have to work hard, but I want the same parents.
I also need a couple of extra inches in height.
I must be smart, academic, philosophical and philanthropic and be able to sing arias.
I want to be wealthy but keep my integrity, have skin that never wrinkles, a back that doesn't ache and a stomach that is flat.
Cheek bones that are high, a house with an ocean view, a wit that is sharp, a large generous spirit and a small waist.
Hell, I want to be me, but different, and I want it now!
What's Dr. 90210's phone number?
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