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Pocketful of Tame Wishes
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Inside, the cottage was crammed with people Marta did not know. The wish had pulled strangers in from miles around to keep her company, and now they wouldn't leave. Marta sat squeezed in a corner, more overwhelmed than lonely. 'Make them stop,' she begged Wren.
Wren opened the jar and spoke true: 'Bring her one good friend, not a hundred strangers.' The crowd faded away like mist, all but a kind neighbor named Bess, who stayed and put the kettle on. Marta smiled at last. The wish was mended right.
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