"Wait, so he hit you?" the young adventurer asked, sliding another drink across the worn tabletop, hoping to lubricate my throat, if not my imagination.

"That's right. A real, genuine Djinn…"

He interrupted me "…that's a genie, right?"

"Yes, a… er… genie. You know, from an old oil lamp, yes. Very good young man."

I took a sip from the proffered whiskey

"So, what did you say to him? Why was he so angry?"

"Well, he told me 'Before you start, you can't wish for more wishes.' and I said 'I wish you could.' That's when he hit me!"

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"Remind me why I'm doing this again?" I asked my sister as I folded the paper.

"Because you love me."

"Right," I rolled my eyes as I finished the fold. "Done."

I showed my handiwork.

"That's suppose to be a paper crane?" My sister questioned. "It looks like a crane that has been run over by a steam roller."

"I tried," I said as I added it to the tiny flock of paper cranes we had be making for the past half an hour. "Again, remind me why we're doing this."

"Because, in myth, if you make a thousand paper...

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