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"Uh, hi," you answer. You're too surprised to say much else. She's cool, you think, watching her strut around as if she owns the place. Definitely cool. "Nice place - sort of!" she exclaims with a snorty kind of laugh. She flops down in a big stuffed chair across from you, stretches her legs out, and lets her combat boots fall on the coffee table with a clunk. She flashes you a big smile. "Okay, let's cut to the chase," she rattles off. "My name's Jenna. I'm a genie - and you've got three wishes. Boom. Boom. Boom. Whatever you want. Three things. Fame, fortune, a giant bag of diamond rings - you name it. Except I don't do windows. And I don't do guns, knives, or death. If you want to off someone, get another genie. Got that?" "Uh, yeah," you mutter, finding your voice. "So what's it going to be? Make your first wish," she insists. ______________________________________ Go on to PAGE 5. |
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