As long as I held the magic trident everything I wanted simply appeared.
Soon I had not only the perfect weather of the Bahamas but all the frills I had dreamed of--warm sand--beach chair--tall cool drink served by pretty, tan shrimp.
The LIFE I had always dreamed of!
And NO problems--well, one little problem--the magic trident kept getting warmer.
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