The white makeup and the gloves and the giant painted smile. Everything is just so artificial and unreal. It gives me the shivers just thinking about one coming towards me to, especially to give me a hug. A clown tried to hug me once when I was much younger and I broke out into hysterical tears. Now I just avoid them.
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