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Somewhere in the shadows in-between tents at the circus, after dark.
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| Now, given my past twisted reportoire of 'art', the setup for this strip may at first deceive you into thinking that I'm delving into clichéd perversion yet again. But you're wrong mister, WRONG. | |
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| Mister clown, aren't you going to offer me a lollipop or something? | |
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| I am a clown with dignity, miss. I have needs too, you know. Needs, and desires. | |
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| Jeez, now I know what mom means when she says that daddy was a "flaming homo clown". | |
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