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“Every weekend… the children waited for the clown. He would arrive with bright colors… big shoes… and a painted smile. And every time… the crowd laughed. He made jokes… fell on purpose… acted silly. And the children loved him. But one day… after the show ended… someone stayed behind. They saw the clown… sitting alone. Slowly… he wiped the paint off his face. And for the first time… there was no smile. No laughter. Just silence. And in that moment… they realized something strange. The person who