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The man in the yellow suit carelessly dug his hand into the glass bowl and plunged into the pit of names. After what seemed like an eternity of swirling, he finally selected a piece of paper. He brought it up to his pale face and unfolded it. “Donna Amberton.” Announced the man. He scanned the crowd of children, looking for commotion, but he didn't need to. Donna swiftly made her way through the crowd of petrified girls, her face obscured by the fog. She made her way onto the stage. Elk finally realized she was being completely serious about what she had told him. Elk could hear a woman screaming and crying, he assumed it was her