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I spent a good deal of time when I was little imagining all the ways in which a mastery of origami would improve my life.  If I became phenomenal at folding paper, I thought, I could construct the treehouse I had been denied by my overly protective and lawsuit-minded parents.  I imagined creating whole tea sets made of paper.  Now that I am older, I wish I had honed my paper-folding skills enough to build an apartment.  I would cover it in wax to waterseal it, run electricity into its paper lanterns and instantly have one less thing about which to worry.  Unfortunately, I remain unable to even make a stupid swan.