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04.01.2014

Wishfulfilment International Inc. (part 3)

Sure enough he enters the living room a few minutes later armed with a huge bouquet. He carries it to the kitchen, then reappears with the flowers arranged in what looks like a Chinese vase.

The next time you see him, he's holding his smiling wife in his arms. He dances with her across the room. Her head is lolling back with pleasure, it makes your stomach churn. Just then, they notice you and close the blinds.

The bang of loss is keener than ever. How dare they deprive you of your rightful part of their lives!

The laptop on the table gives a beep.

"Must have left it on after all," you think and take it in your hands. It vibrates and writhes like a living thing, and against your will you open it. You click on the 'wish' icon and land in that strange chat-room again.

WELL, HAVE YOU THOUGHT OF A WISH?

"why do you think i might have one?"

PLEASE! JUST LOOK ABOUT YOU. YOU'D HAVE TO BE CRAZY NOT TO WANT TO BE SOMEWHERE ELSE.

"how dare you!" you hammer onto the keyboard. "first you hack into my laptop and then you insult me? who are you anyway?"

CALL ME MEPHISTO. I FULFIL WISHES.
(To be continued)

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