The red frills hanged up above as people entered the enormous tent from the bitter autumn wind, into the warm circus. People cheered and others cried with laughter and delight. Everyone was happy at the circus. Everyone but her. Too consumed in their own little lives, the reality of the circus was far from joyful. If they pulled down their rosey glasses, they might have been able to see the forced smiles of the entertainers, who risked their lives upon thin strings and lion rings. If they had just pulled the wool from their ears, maybe, just maybe, they'd also hear her weeps. The weeps of the girl in the tub.
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