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What can I wish for?” I asked.
Crissy pulled a sparklerlike wand from her handbag. “That’s what I like about today’s teenagers. They’re all business. None of that ‘Oh, thank you, Fair Godmother, for rescuing me from my pathetic life.’ Or ‘I’m unworthy of having such gifts bestowed on me.’ Or even ‘Tell me from whence thou came, Fair Godmother.’ It’s all ‘What will you give me?’”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I said. “I’m not ungrateful. I’m just not sure what to wish for.
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