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There, there. Wipe your tears, darling. They're only going to excite the clowns.

*Puts head on desk and sobs quietly* (Whispering) I don’t like this game anymore, mommy.

I said there ARENT any clowns with blood smeared around their eyes and mouth behind the curtain. SHEESH.