Emily had a knack for finding odd things—like the dusty lamp in her grandma’s attic. She rubbed it, half-laughing, half-rolling her eyes. A puff of pink smoke exploded, and out popped a genie in a polka-dot bowtie. "Three wishes!" he squeaked. What she didn’t expect were the twisted results.
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