“What is this?” Jeremy pointed at the spell book.
“That, my dear Jeremy” Bonnie berkata in a sugar-sweet voice as she walked downstairs. “would be my spell book. anda know, the book with spells?”
“Since when are anda into this whole voodoo crap?” he asked, referring to the doll.
“Well, because it’s fun, Jeremy” Bonnie pulled her shoulders. “It’s fun to see him menggelepar, flounder like a ikan on land. It’s fun to be able to hurt him and see and hear him screaming, even though I’m not around”
Jeremy frowned. “He? Who he?”
Bonnie held her head diagonally. “Oh my sweet Jeremy,...
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