"Come on in, it's the circus. It's an educational show for the gentlemen, the ladies and the children. Come on in out of the rain, you dumb Dutchmen. Come on in out of the mud and into the dust."
The buzzsaw voice rasped between the tarnished silver of a straggly mustache and the soiled afterthought of a goatee. The smutched, shoulder-length mane wagged damply beneath a fly-blown Stetson. "All of that and all of that." The waving arms and lying words swished briefly before gaudy posters of improbable freaks. Somehow, out of the rain-bedraggled...
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