Walking in the park after work for the exercise. It's hot. The splash park is open. Little kids, pre-school age, dash about screaming through the spray. A woman regards me with angry suspicion. Adult males can't look at children playing as they're walking by. It's wrong. Suddenly I'm John Wayne Gacy sweating through my makeup listening to the slapping of my clown shoes on the bike path beating a hasty retreat.
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