it's the classic story.
girl sees clown.
girl becomes infatuated with clown.
girl peripherally stalks clown.
clown occasionally acknowledges girl.
one find day we find our heroine feeling particularly bold. she decides to make eye contact and is rewarded with playful banter. inspired by this reciprocity, girl continues to make eye contact.
"it all comes down to this moment," she thinks, as she passes him in the hall.
and then he sticks out his foot and trips her.
could this be love?
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hindsight is always 20/20... but you could have probably pointed out to clown that in a prepubescent way, tripping you must mean love. but in a clever casual way, of course: "he likes me, he really likes me" while scraping yourself up off the floor.
hmm... which reminds me: last time i saw the clowns, one of them started talking about foreskins. wonder what that means?
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