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April 14, 2016

Growing Up Clown

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“Is the wheel act gonna have a somersault—can I borrow nose glue—three shows today boys—
does anyone have a sharpener—play up!—is the wheel act gonna—TEN MINUTES—slap it on thick boys—three shows—yellow ladder—don’t forget to—play up!—wheel act gonna—TEN MINUTES—have a—THANK YOU TEN—somersault.” As the scent of sock powder crept under the door and made its way toward my nose, I was comforted by the memory of my mother painting red onto her cheeks. – Narratively

Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 14, 2016 3:03 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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