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| All right! My own genie! My first wish is to be a world-class Olympic runner! | |
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| Your wish is granted... if you do me one tiny service. | |
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| You must run for eight hours a day every day for the next eleven years. | |
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| That's stupid. I could do that on my own. | |
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| Then why the hell are you bothering me? | |
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