Emily had a knack for finding the most peculiar things in the most ordinary places. Oh! Even while going through her grandma's house, she stumbled upon an old lamp. It looked like something straight out of an antique shop. With a mischievous grin, she

rubbed the lamp playfully, expecting nothing to happen.

Instead, a puff of pink smoke erupted, filling the attic with the scent of

burnt popcorn. Eyes watering, Emily coughed and coughed untill the smoke vanished. A genie popped out, with a hilarious outfit with a polka-

dot bowtie, and mismatched socks.

"Greetings, mistress!" the genie called, With a baby voice, nearly knocking over a stack of ancient cookbooks. "I am here to grant you three wishes!"

Emily's eyes lit up. "Really? Anything I want?"

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"Anything at all!" the genie said, his grin wide. "But be careful what you

wish for."

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Emily barely processed this for a millisecond, before replying " Oh! Who am I kidding! I

wish for wealth! Lots and lots of it!"

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The genie snapped his fingers. "Your wish is my command!"

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In an instant, Emily's room was filled with colorful paper. She grabbed a

handful and inspected it closely. Her face twisted in confusion.

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"Monopoly money? Seriously?" she exclaimed, throwing the fake bills

into the air. She was really annoyed.

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The genie shrugged, looking unbothered. "You didn't specify what kind

of wealth. Monopoly money is quite valuable during family game night."

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Emily groaned, but she wasn't ready to give up. "Okay, okay. For my

second wish, I want to be famous. Really famous!"

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Another snap of the genie's fingers. "Done!"

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Emily's phone buzzed with tons of notifications. She opened one and

gasped. There, plastered all over social media, was a video of her

sleepwalking in a fluffy bunny costume, singing off-key to a pop song.

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Her cheeks turned scarlet. "This is not what I meant by famous!"

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The genie chuckled. "Ah, but viral fame is the best kind. You'll be

trending for days! Maybe,?You would prefer this wealth more!" He smirked.

Emily took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Steam was coming out of

her ears.

"Alright, last wish. I need to get this right. I wish for..."

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She paused, thinking carefully. The genie tapped his foot, looking

around the dusty attic with evident boredom. He was impatient to know

what his mistress's last wish was.

" Hey, lady! I've not got all day!" He screamed, all of a sudden.

Emily's face was blank with surprise. She did not know genies were so mean. She certainly did not know that they were careless.

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"I wish for all my wishes to be exactly what I truly desire!" Emily finally

declared, feeling proud of her clever wording.

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The genie's eyes twinkled. "Ah, a wise choice, Mistress. But still, be

careful."

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With a final snap, everything around Emily started to shimmer and

change. The piles of Monopoly money transformed into real cash,

sparkling gold coins, and priceless jewels. Her phone buzzed with

notifications as her embarrassing video was replaced by one in which

she was singing like a star, wearing the most amazing dress ever.

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Emily couldn't believe her eyes. "It worked! It really worked!"

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The genie nodded proudly. "Of course, it did. I always fulfil my promises

perfectly."

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Just as Emily was about to celebrate, the doorbell rang. She opened the

door to find like the entire town, distant cousins, uncles, reporters and

people she didn't even recognize, all grinning and holding out their

hands.

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"Hey, Emily! We heard you got some money!"

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"And you're famous now! Can we get a selfie?"

?"I want your autograph"

Before she could respond, they ran into her house, snapping selfies.

One uncle even tried to make off with a gold coin, but tripped over the

cat, Mr. Paws and landed in a heap of gold.?

The genie floated by Emily's shoulder, chuckling softly. "You see,

Mistress, wishes always come with a twist."

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Emily sighed, watching as her living room filled with chatter and chaos. "I

guess I'll have to be careful what I wish for from now on."

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The genie nodded, giving a playful salute. "Have a good day, mistress."

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With that, the genie vanished in a puff of pink smoke, leaving Emily to

wonder if it was a dream. - she was wealthier, more famous and

definitely more crowded than she'd ever imagined. As she watched her

cousins attempt to balance a tiara made of dollar bills on their head,

Emily couldn't help but laugh. Maybe having a playful genie wasn't so

bad after all.