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She was propelled towards a genie sitting on a coral throne, its huge tail creating a current that bowled Serena over. "Stop that!" she protested. "Why are you here?" asked the genie. "How should I know?" "You haven't been reading the warning signs again, have you." "But it's such a bore. I can't be bothered." Serena wanted to admit that the sensations she had when eating or breathing in the wrong thing could sometimes be enjoyable. But not this time. The hallucination was really beginning to worry her. The genie could tell that she wanted to leave it. "You should play my harp." "Harp? What harp?" |