As Willow Schnee hid in her room, for years now, in a drunken stupor, she said out loud with her head resting on one of her arms on the table while her other hand is gripping a wine bottle, “I wish-sh-sh-sh tha-tha-tha-*hic*-that *hic* my wife(life) *hic* wasn’t like thishhhhhh.”
“I might be able to do that,” a voice said out to her.
“Who that!,” she said drunkenly as she look around, “are you here to give me more wine,” as she spots that tall blue woman in golden chains with mist covering her private parts.
“Not at all,” said Jinn, “but, if more wine is what you want, I could give you a year supply that would never corked or turn into vinegar or I can give you what you really wanted.”
Willow’s drunken mind thought that life time worth of wine that never go bad would be heaven but, in the more sober part of her brain, she actually wants a better life for her and her children.
“Ok, you big, blue lady,” Willow giggle a bit, “I wishhhh *hic* ____________.”
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