Novel & Cerita Tramp Clown

"You should dump him, young lady. Who knows? Maybe you're just one of his many side chicks." "Alas, men are all the same these days—they're all liars. He seemed like an honest young man. Who would've thought he'd turn out to be such a player?" "Thank goodness this photographer here is a decent guy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have found out about this!"

But looking at what Leah had done to my face, I kind of looked… almost glamourous. Although I was impressed and loving what Leah had done, I couldn’t help but tease her when she looked at me and asked, “So, what do you think?” Not taking my eyes off my reflection, I replied in a quiet but serious voice, “Is the circus in town? Because I look like a clown!” I looked at their reflections and seeing the expressions on their faces, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at them. All three of them looked at me like a had lost my mind. I turned to Leah and said, “I was just teasing you; I love it, I do. Thank you, Leah.”

panted the ragged man with satisification. “What! What! No. No,” said Juniper, shaking her head. The ragged man turned around and looked at the clown. With Juniper in his arms he said, “I will take my payment as promise.” “As promise.” Juniper’s eyes widened as indeed the clown’s voice sounded like a woman but deeper. “Is it a man or a woman,” she thought. The clown vanished into thin air leaving behind a joker’s card.

He tackled them when the man diverted all the shipping routes, in which he saw their boss. - You think you can avoid... At that time, he again vomited. - I've heard that before. - He said. The green vomit, saying. - You are a loser and failure. When he was covered in green slime, the clown began to experience shortness of breath. He was taken towards the prison breathless and covered in slime with his henchmen, at that time, said before his arrest, having to perform a clowning show for the presidio for a week, naked and covered in green slime monsters, making everyone laugh for a week.

I scream walking about with my ice cream as I rub my stomach slowly. "What do you want. A massage?" He asks looking so tired but you can't blame me! "No, I just want chips," I say. He looks at the table and looks back at me. "But you have it with you," he says. "Oops!. I forgot" He turns to leave. "Don't go. I'm so lonely" I say, crying softly in my palm. He wraps his hands around me patting me gently. "You don't have time for me anymore! Is it because I'm fat!" I ask. Don looks shocked.

"I may only seem to be an office man, but I'm still a normal boy who can do simple out-of-the-office things such as climbing a tree." She shrugged. He had a point. Despite the fact that he appeared like an executive one in his usual suit and tie, he was still a man who most likely went through similar experiences when he was younger. In the middle of his climbing, he shouted and was about to fall so the so-worried Olivia screamed because she was so afraid he would fall and would break a bone! But it was all just an act when Greg laughed so hard with her reaction. She couldn't help but curse him. "F*ck you, Greg! You just scared the hell out of me! I thought you were going to fall and get a f

“You have a friend like Kayla. And you know her. Probably better than I do. Yet, you can't hide what you are. Good job, though. You saved your friend where I'm absent.” The clown smiled from ear to ear. “What’re friends for?” Then the clown’s eyes were perusing through him. “You’re shivering.” He sniffed in. “You smell like medications. And I think I smell your illness. What happened to your beast? How dead is it?”

I must have drifted through a portal into another dimension and this clown is the ruler of this new land I am in. “Clown?” he says confusedly as he moves his arms around me. “You are a sexy clown, are you not? You have cotton candy hair, and your skin is like a coloring book! Do you have more markers for us to color the rest of you with, Mr. Clown?” “What…the…fuck?” I giggle as I get back up on my feet, making him stumble backward into the grass. I sit on top of him and give him another hug, which makes my entire body vibrate.

I teased as I reached out to tug on his collar. His smile widened. “I mean, I am a gentleman too, so…” I laughed and let him lead the way. The carnival was in full swing with kids running around getting their faces painted. Clowns and mimes as well as other colourful performers all around putting on shows. Different games were set up mixed with different sounds and accompanied by different prizes. I looked around amazed by everything really. “Do you come to such things often?” Branson asked me. I pulled my eyes off a guy on a unicycle. “Uh, no actually. Never been. My dad wasn’t a fan of anything that involved well… fun.”

Oh, a crazy clown? "You bastard! how dare you call me a clown? A crazy one!" I said. "why? Ain’t you crazy?" He said and I threw a pillow at him and he dodged…..let’s act then. "Ahhh….aaahhh….Leon…my Tommy hurts….aaahhh." He ran down to me…. . . . ......