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i threw a few of my rustiest pennies into the well,

hoping that the age and wisdom that they carried with them would somehow

give them more value, weight, and pull in the wishing well department.

my first wish:

I wish you meant absolutely nothing to me.

my second wish:

i wish i didn’t think of you so often.

at once, i realized what I had done

and quickly, before my wishes could come true,

I threw my penny in for my third and final wish:

i wish i could never wish you away.

ah, the paradox of the well.