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Resolutions

Pffffft. The genie arrived without fuss and smoke.

“Cool. Do I get three wishes?”

He checked his outfit.

“Wrinkle-free folding my ass.”

“Excuse me, but I just let you out. Do I get three wishes or not?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Thanks. Fire away.”

“I want you to help me with my new years resolutions.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I already told you.”

“You’re allowed to think about these things, map out possible consequences, make sure I’m not going to give you a Twilight Zone ending.”

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Average: 3.2 (12 votes)

Tiggers_New_Balloon_by_Bubblicious_1

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Average: 3.5 (11 votes)

shadowy questions

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shadowy questions
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Average: 4 (17 votes)

tiny tussle

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Average: 2.9 (12 votes)

Proof

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“Santa Claus is real, and I’ll prove it!” Robin said. She had just finished rigging a net over the fire place and was carefully setting more traps around the Christmas tree.

“Let it go,” Jenna sighed, rolling her eyes. “Santa’s a myth.”

“And if he is real, then he’s far too clever for you to ever catch him,” Sadie smirked.

“Don’t encourage her!” Jenna scolded, poking her housemate. Jenna was astounded that Robin, an otherwise brilliant and rational person, still believed in Santa Claus.

“Why not? It’s fun.”

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Average: 4.2 (13 votes)

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Average: 3.8 (24 votes)

mediwave vs the inflatrix

mediwave vs  the inflatrix
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Average: 3.9 (16 votes)

etna s balloon

etna  s balloon
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Average: 4.3 (13 votes)

Wrong Costume to Wear, The

Hugh liked to do everything big: big house, big cars…Hugh liked to think of himself as a big man, though a more accurate description would be “round.” Hugh had big appetites to match his big attitude and it showed prominently. He liked to make a big scene and be the center of attention, even though people were more disgusted by him than impressed.

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Average: 4 (5 votes)

Sweet Release

Naomi and Cassandra glanced around the lab, shutting the door behind them.

“I told you it’d be empty!”

Cassandra ran a hand through her long black hair and gave Naomi a grin. “Relax, we know what we’re doing. Besides, it’s a surprise.”

Naomi grinned, her short auburn hair framing her round face and sighed. “Touché. Let’s get to work then.”

A few hours later, the two of them powered down the machines. “Ahh, success…” Cassandra said, peering though the observation window.

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Average: 4 (8 votes)
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