The Perfect Lie
I asked, changing the topic, dipping my finger again.
“Aladdin!” She beamed. “His life was like mine, we’re both poor, and I wish I had a magic lamp.” She breathed a low sigh. “We don’t exactly need a genie that could grant us three wishes, but because of magic, Aladdin became a prince, he met Jasmine, and they had that magic ride,”
Tara gazed at me like she wanted to say or ask something but decided not to because she shook her head.
“If I’m a genie and I can grant you three wishes, what are your wishes, Tara?” I would be willing to give that to her no matter how much it costs.
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