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Last wish

‘After all this time I thought we were friends.’
The old man coughed. ‘How could we be. You were always just a servant, genie.’
‘Please don’t.’
‘I want my last wish!’
‘But I will be trapped again for hundred of years. If you pass away without spending your last wish, I will be free.’
‘But I want my wish. I wish for an hourglass showing my remaining time.’
‘As you wish.’
The genie disappeared and left a tiny hourglass.
‘But it’s almost empty, wha-‘

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Not her

‘It’s definitely not her,’ the Mad Hatter said.
‘Completely, affirmatively, not her,’ the hare added.
‘I’m not who?’
The Mad Hatter glanced nervously around before leaning in and whispering:
‘You are not Alice.’
‘Who the fuck is Alice?!’ Death screamed and threw a teapot to the ground.