Clown

OK.  For now, my clown is a curmudgeon named Barclay who wears pajamas, pullover boots, and when I can ever find the damn thing, Dad’s army helmet liner.  Someone once told Barclay he was adorable, and he remembers the day clearly, if the parties only vaguely.
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