[After living in a bottle for 8 days, Phoebe had a good night's sleep and a nice long bath before even thinking about looking at her journal. Now that she'd had some time to herself, she curls up in her armchair with a cup of tea and starts dictating:]
[Homura, Guy, Stefan, Rhyme, Neal, Barney]
Um. Thanks for not taking complete advantage of my situation. Wow... that sounds a little awkward, doesn't it? [chuckles] Anyway, you guys helped make this loss a lot easier... thank you.
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[Angela]
Are you okay? I heard you were hurt.
[/Angela]
[Piper]
I'm back, safe and sound, no need to blow anyone up.
[/Piper]
[Peter]
I'm back to normal. Well... as normal as ever. [chuckles]
[/Peter]
Having been stuck as a genie for a week, I've been thinking a lot about wishes. Not that I'd ever suggest making any wishes when there's a genie around, mind you. But... if you could wish for anything, other than the obvious wish to go home, what would you wish for?