You say "I wish I was the most popular kid in my school. You pull off the top card in the deck, and it's the High Priestess. You check the notes as to what that does, when you feel a tingling on your body. "My age gets cut in half?!" You say to yourself, as you feel yourself going backwards through puberty, your body getting smaller and smaller, until you are 9 years old. You reach your home, where your mother smiles at you. "There's my little boy, Mr. Popular." You realize that you are now the most popular kid in the 4th grade, so your wish was still granted.
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