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Those words keep resounding in my ears, switching voices. One moment, it’s mom’s voice. The next, it’s Shawna’s, then Iyanu’s, then aunt Mellow’s.

Speaking of the witch, Iyanu, I spot her standing in the crowd. That person in the joker mask must be her. She loves anything that has to do with joker,...

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