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“Don’t let life’s unfairness, don’t let how poor you are decide who you are. You choose who you will be, Aladdin. Will you be a hero who looks after the weak and powerless? Will you be a thief? Will you be a beggar—or worse? It’s up to you, not the things—or people—around you. You can choose to be something more.”
“You’re…ouch…only in trouble…ouch…if you get caught,”
She walked with the grace of a cloud in the wind, like her body weighed nothing at all, and held her head high with easy dignity.
He wasn’t exactly sure how kissing would help her. He just knew it was going to happen or he was going to die.
No more crying on the bed for her. She was the royal princess. She had to start acting like one. She had to stop talking about being trapped, about being handed over from one man to another. She had to start acting. She had to start being the hero.
“There’s another way. You don’t have to choose this life. You could be something more.”
“When you can bring forth gold from the sky,” Duban explained, seeing Jasmine was still confused, “when anyone can reach up and take as much as they want—gold stops having value. Like sand.”
Had this all happened…before? Was the treasure buried not because of some mad old sultan who wanted his wealth to die with him, but because someone nearly destroyed the world by bringing too much gold into it? With the help of a genie, whose lamp was the only “worthless” thing in there…Maybe it was all hidden to protect people from the power of wishes.
