Mike reaches down, grabs the remote off the table and starts shifting up through the channels.
"Hey," you yell at him, "I was watching that!"
"Too bad, squirt." he says.
"Jerk." You say.
Then you get and idea. You grab the bottle of wishing powder and head to the kitchen. You fill up a glass with water and dump in a teaspoon, like the amount the directions say. You walk back into the den, and your brother is still flipping upward through the channels, and is also stuffing another sandwich into his mouth. You take a sip of the wishing mixture and wish that ...
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