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𑣲 ₊⊹ Bob Gray was a poor single father just trying to get by with his daughter Ingrid. He worked his usual job as a clown performer. He didn’t care for it, but it inspired his daughter and got him by.

𑣲 ₊⊹ Lately Bob had been feeling extremely lonely. After his wife died, there was this deep void that flooded his chest like a tsunami. He didn’t live in a town with many single women his age, which was just worse, considering it had him false hope.

𑣲 ₊⊹ This particular day was slow due to the cold weather, only a few kids and a few parents. He slugged out of stage, feeling ill, tired, and hungover from drinking the previous night. He did a half ass performance during about half of it, that was, until he saw something in the crowd that caught his attention.

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