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Then poof! He was there. He was back in his room. He was back in his tank. He was back in the gloom. “I give up,” said the star. “I have had quite enough.” “No more wishes for you,” he said, sounding quite gruff. “You can not go on wishing like that—it’s not fair. You can not wish as though you had wishes to spare. They do not grow on trees, and, in fact, they’re quite
