“What is this?” Jeremy pointed at the spell book.
“That, my dear Jeremy” Bonnie dicho in a sugar-sweet voice as she walked downstairs. “would be my spell book. tu know, the book with spells?”
“Since when are tu 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 platija like a pescado 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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