Dark_Silence
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lol. what's the "good reason" i gotta ask?
I was attacked by a clown
when i was a kid, i dont remember how old i was tough, there was a feast in a city nearby, and my parents decided to go with my brotehr and me. There was this clown in the street, he was juggling with small balls. Then he throwed one at me, but i wasnt expecting him to do that and the ball landed right in my face, and i cried because i got scared. Th good thing is that my brother, who was 2 years younger, took the ball and throwed it back really hard to the clown. The clown wasnt very happy with that . Eversince, i have always hated them.