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Mary in Trouble?

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She turned the knob. The clown licked his lips. Mary’s eyebrow pencil rolled across the vanity and fell to the floor. She turned her head, watching it roll toward her. She released the doorknob and squatted down picking the pencil up from the floor. Mary placed the pencil in the cup with make-up brushes and combs. The door swung open.
The Nine of Buckets watched the door move toward him and stepped back. His heart accelerated with anticipation. She would be stepping from the trailer now…any second…now. The clown squinted. Why hadn’t she come out of her trailer? He waited another second. Confused, he eased himself to the door and peered in. Gone. Where was she? He looked around spastically.
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