Finding a New Hiding Spot

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I run through the circus, trying to find a new hiding place. I stopped occasionally, trying to figure out where the clowns are. I ran from tent to tent, trying to find the others. Well, except Ivan. Ivan he could live without seeing in this life or death situation. I finally found a small tent that looked like a nice place to hide. I ran into the tent, hoping that the clowns would not find me. I heard footsteps outside the tent, and I scrambled for somewhere to hide. But I couldn't find a hiding spot. I sat there and shut my eyes tightly, hoping it wasn't a clown. I heard the tent flap open slightly.

"Hey kiddo," a raspy voice said to me and I saw it was the clown called Shorty. He smiled and said, "do you want to play hide and seek? I want this night to last for you, I want you to feel the pain of your legs from running when we kill you. Are you ready?" I ran out the back of the tent.

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