Stephen Vizinczey
3 wishes
"Jim slapped a mosquito which stung his neck. As the creature inside the disk kept clamouring to be let out, he remembered an old tale of three wishes. »Three wishes?!« Neb groaned. »Oh, all right, all right, but be quick about it. I have to go home or my Dad will kill me. Don't forget, I've already granted you one wish.«"
2021-05-28
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