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“Uh, who are you?” You ask.

In the many years since you gave the lamp away, you stood in the same town. Your parents left you the house when they moved to Alabama, and you have worked as a clerk for years. You are now old and retired. A lot of your friends, like Doug and Fred and Greg and Michael, all died. You never thought much of giving the lamp away, because you never knew it had powers. You would have forgotten who you gave it to if you didn’t have a huge crush on Mrs. Kennedy.

“I’m Jessica,” the woman says. “Daughter of the Kennedys.”

You can’t believe it; you let her in.