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There was a legend about the well in the garden

 There was this legend about the red well in the butterfly garden. It stated that if their heart were free of impurities, anyone who threw a coin in it would have their wish come true. 


So far, it seemed like the legend was just that; a legend. No one who had come to wish from the well had gotten what they wanted. At least it made a good tourist trap. Poor suckers who didn’t know better would throw in their coins asking for riches, and significant others, some even tried wishing for selfless things like world peace, ending world hunger, you know, the usual.


I guess you can call me one of those suckers. I walked up the well, my quarter in hand, thinking about what I wanted to wish for. Honestly, I just wanted to finally get an agent so I could publish my book. So, when it was my turn, I looked up to the clouds, breathed out, chuckled- unable to believe I was doing this- and finally threw in my quarter, my wish on my mind.


As I stepped aside to let my best friend make his wish, I got an email. 


Normally, I don’t check my emails until I get home for the day, but something was compelling me to check now. So, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and the first thing it said was ‘Agent Deal Offer’.


No way.


I had never thought of myself as a pure-hearted individual. I’m selfish, I lie, I cheat at video games; I’m not a great person, ‘good’ could be debatable, though. 


I backtracked in my mind. ‘Okay, Otto, not everything has a supernatural answer. You sent your manuscript to several Agents, it’s only chance that one of them would get back to you. The fact it happened after you wished in the well is only a coincidence. Nothing more.’


I opened the email and almost squealed. The agent I had wanted the most was the one who had emailed me back with this offer. 


Felix walked up to me after making his wish. “Whatchu smiling about? Get a text from a pretty girl?”


“No, my dream agent emailed me back.”


He gasped and rapidly punched my arm. “Congrats dude! Come on, we have to celebrate! Drinks on me!” He grabbed my free hand and dragged me out of the garden.


As we got in the car, he turned to me and said, “You know, I wished for a reason to celebrate tonight, I’m glad the well thinks I’m pure of heart enough to give you what you’ve been wanting. I’m genuinely super happy for you.”


“I wished to get an agent, so I’m super glad that our wishes coincided like that.” I smiled at him, and he hugged me.
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