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Post by observer on Nov 17, 2018 5:38:54 GMT -4
Two of the clowns looked to each other, nodding at how impressive it was. A couple others even went about posing for a moment in view of the painting, but moving away when he focused on the painting.
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Post by The Master of the World on Nov 17, 2018 5:40:28 GMT -4
"Almost there and...done." he said.
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Post by observer on Nov 17, 2018 5:42:09 GMT -4
"Wow...Not easy to do with so many clowns walking by." He said before noticing the posing clowns in the painting. "Very fine work." A clown said, softly slapping him on the shoulder.
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Post by The Master of the World on Nov 17, 2018 5:42:54 GMT -4
"Indeed it is." Antonio said getting up. "And now...I take this to hang in my gallery."
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Post by observer on Nov 17, 2018 5:44:31 GMT -4
"But wouldn't it look better in the tent?" One clown asked. "No, hang it at the entrance." "No. Hang it in the funhouse."
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Post by The Master of the World on Nov 17, 2018 5:45:23 GMT -4
"You clowns get no say! I painted this...it belongs to me." Antonio said.
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Post by observer on Nov 17, 2018 5:49:54 GMT -4
"But you wouldn't have been able to paint it without us." They said with a pout.
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Post by The Master of the World on Nov 17, 2018 5:50:47 GMT -4
"True...but it is mine." Antonio said before a short clown went and snatched it. "Hey!"
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Post by observer on Nov 17, 2018 5:52:03 GMT -4
"Mine now." He said with a high voice. He ran as fast as his short legs would carry him toward the tent.
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Post by The Master of the World on Nov 17, 2018 5:52:29 GMT -4
"Well...so much for that." he groaned.
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Post by observer on Nov 17, 2018 5:53:43 GMT -4
As the other clowns chased after the short one Antonio gathered his things to leave.
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Post by The Master of the World on Nov 17, 2018 5:55:12 GMT -4
"Worst morning yet." Antonio said.
And these events...they all seem to transpire in such a short time as Ian soon wakes up.
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Post by observer on Nov 17, 2018 5:56:54 GMT -4
Yawning as he sat up in bed, the smell of breakfast drifted into his room. Smiling Ian got up, curious if his sister or mother had woken up yet.
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Post by The Master of the World on Nov 17, 2018 5:57:32 GMT -4
He soon saw they were seated at the table as he soon joined them as Charles filled their plates.
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Post by observer on Nov 17, 2018 6:00:05 GMT -4
"Morning master Ian. Sleep well?" Charles asked as Ian reached for a glass of juice.
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