30- But Technically, I’m Just Holding His Hand for Stability

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Clarence taps his cane and peers at Kacia through his comically thick glasses. He looks like every children’s book picture of a cranky old witch, except with worse fashion sense and a patchy beard that seems to have made a deal with gravity to only partially exist.

“I have a job for you.” He ...

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