by Bill Wickart

"Your third wish?" demanded the leprechaun on my desk.

"I don't recall two others."

"Foolish human! Wish two erased all effects and memories of wish one. I'm busy -- wish your third NOW!"

I thought; grinned. "I wish to be irresistable to women."

He gestured precisely. "Done". "Ironic," he mused, fading away. "Same as wish one."

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