Floppy shoes, a squirting flower and an assortment of red noses: his bedroom closet contained everything you’d expect from a clown, down to the traditional orange wig.
As usual August had trouble picking the right ensemble. He was a perfectionist and wanted to give the kid he had lined up for today’s gig to have the ultimate clown experience. Whether you wore a common red bow-tie or a novelty spinning one could make all the difference.
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