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Then the girl crawled in bed, and she turned off her light. And the star, as he promised, reappeared in the night. “It is time,” said the star. “You may now make your wish. And what wish can I grant you, my fine fickle fish?” Then the fish went to speak, but he stopped at mid-thought; with the thoughts he was thinking his face was quite wrought. Then he turned toward the