Kill Programmers
by Ange
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I stared at the clown with mixed emotions. He stood there with his hands hanging down and his eyes calmly staring ahead. He doesn't have a crystal ball in his hand. I don't know what kind of fate he is burdened with. He is like a lonely child on a lonely planet. Although there are actually me and the convenience store owner in his world, he is still lonely. My boss and I looked at the clown together. I didn't know if he could feel our helplessness and sadness. As we watched, the clown stretched his hands toward the sky, then retracted them and crossed his hands to hold his shoulders. He gently rested his head on the back of his hand, his movements gentle, like a hug. After a while, the clown put down his hand and walked towards us. I noticed that... There was an extra crystal ball in his hand! The Joker says he knows the whole truth.
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