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Chapter 150 - Ethan’s POV

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-07-10 14:44:03

“Hey, Ethan! How you doin’?”

She was dressed in head-to-toe black, like if Wednesday Addams was a ninja. If you said that to her she’d think of it as a compliment. She’d always thought of Wednesday Addams as a role model and hero.

I was just happy she was over trying to mix poisons from stuff in her fridge. I don’t think they’d kill anyone, but they sure tasted nasty.

Yes, she asked me to taste them.

Yes, I agreed.

“Hi Isabella,” I said.

I was working on the costume for the Ghost of Christm
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