This story will make no sense at all. I saw a clown on the side of the road. I was about 20 minutes from home, and the clown looked like he was dead. I waited for a car to pass, but no cars drove down the country road.
It took me about ten minutes to decide to see if the clown was really dead. I carefully walked up, half averting my eyes, dreading what I might see. I was trembling head to foot.
The clown was fine. He honked his horn at me.
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Napa
Foster Road
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