[ The steady realization that Claude has actually never seen a clown, but hopefully jesters are similar enough? He also waltzes out with a lot of confidence that he doesn't feel and you know what?
He decides he's going to be a mime.
He smiles mysteriously at anyone who catches his eye, pretending to feel up a wall as he too marches directly toward the furthest plane.
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He decides he's going to be a mime.
He smiles mysteriously at anyone who catches his eye, pretending to feel up a wall as he too marches directly toward the furthest plane.
Could it truly be so simple? ]