At night, long after the lights went out, the clown and dog performed shows for the china dolls across the room, as the bride and groom cake toppers in the second aisle starting waltzing.
We felt a little silly, calling someone who proclaimed themselves a “Possessions Expert”, but since Martha laid hands on her new creepy gnome and dog figurine she’s seemed touched.
The odd figurine sat on his desk as a paperweight for years, randomly shuffled, before one day, its significance finally struck, and he knew what she was telling him when she gave it to him right before the breakup: You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, Clownie.
“I’d jump through hoops for you, baby,” he smiled as she opened the gift; “Yeah, at what cost?” she wondered.
These were sort of like the banking industry’s version of “Happy Meals.”
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