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The prompt: Tuesday (Day 11): You are a birthday balloon getting twisted into an animal shape by a clown. Tell me how it feels. ("Limerick" or "Dodoitsu")
- - - - - Once I led a flat, dull life. Then lips filled me with laughter. Bozo’s gloved hands are expert, tickling me into giraffe.
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