The genie emerged from the lamp and bowed.
"You have four wishes, Master."
I paused.
"Four? Not three?"
"Four is the better number."
"Fair enough. I wish to be a trillionare."
The Genie crossed their arms.
I found myself sitting on top of a pile of money, while all around me bullets flew.
"I wish to reverse that last wish!"
Things returned to normal.
"That's not what I asked for!"
"You didn't say it shouldn't be like that."
It took me a year to work out my third wish's wording, an hour to say it, a minute to reverse it.
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