Who would have guessed that acting happy all day could be so exhausting? And that wasn’t even the half of it. In addition to my clown duties, I found out I was also responsible for helping to set up the show wagon, unload the set, prepare the stage, and make sure all the props were in the right place. And then I had to do it all over again for the next round of shows. After the fifth park, I was ready to keel over. I definitely wasn’t built for a life of hard labor. Too tired to make it to my room, I stumbled into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to Chris. “You stink,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “And what’s that white stuff on your chin? Are you foaming at the mouth?” “It’s Noxzema.” I wiped off the cold cream I must have missed earlier. “I used it to get the clown makeup off my face.” A wide grin spread across Chris’s face. “You were Playhouse Pal today?” “Go ahead and make all the jokes you want, because I’m too tired to fight back,”
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