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dream genie

i was a float and we were on a boat but it was also like the noteless bobbing bottle that maybe con tained some thing to drink but as luck as the Irish would have it only held and had a wish granter i even hit it ketchup style but go figure nothing came out but an old genie that went through the usual spiel of one wish and only one so watch what you wish for because my ship mate immediately asked for water to all be turned in to guinness so it was approved as far as i knew it appeared i could drink the ocean but realizied then when i needed to pee i'd have to fill my boat because why would i want to drink a glass of my own sea

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