“Well, now that I’ve freed you, you can go and try doing new things.”
“But I can’t! Genies like me are, as humans might say, ‘biologically inclined’ to grant wishes! If I don’t, I-I-I, I might die!”
“Die, literally? Or die metaphorically,as in, a panic attack? Because it seems like you’re already having one.” You asked.
“I don’t know! It’s never happened before in history! But I at least know it’ll make me more anxious!” She answered. “What if you just wished for something small, like, wish for an apple, or something? Then you can just throw it away and it would be like you never wished for anything.”
“I don’t know. You could turn me INTO an apple, or something like that.”
“Oh come on! There’s got to be SOMETHING you can wish for!”
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