Granted. Except you find yourself as a wooden table in a burning house possibly caused by the above phone.
I wish to be the best, most talented person in existence and the best ever to exist.
Granted. Thing is, said job is as a hitman and they are picking off your family one by one.
I wish to be a Pokémon trainer with all my favourite Pokémon in my team.
Granted. You're used once in a painful process to mess up someone you love's life and then you cease to exist. Happy wishing, everyone!
I wish that I would always have someone who adored me around, and that they'd be eager to help me with anything at all.
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