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I took a couple of classes in clowning, but that was more like Lucille Ball kind of slapstick, not Ringling Brothers. But we had to do things silently, and the teacher would do this running commentary. ‘Does this make Clown sad? Oh, Clown doesn’t like that, does Clown?’ Always ‘Clown.’ Never a name.
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