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| Sob. I wish someone liked me. I'm so miserable, I'll retreat to this cave and get half-cut on this bottle of London Dry stolen from my mum. Hey, what's going on? | |
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| I'm a genie. For releasing me from the magic bottle, you may have three wishes! | |
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| Uh, I actually meant *a lot* better looking. | |
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