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happy.” He said to his
boss.
    Joe mulled over this information as he
swirled the dark wine around in his mouth. He loved a good
Merlot...
    After a brief moment of silence, he pulled
out his phone and made a call. Ernesto listened in, and gave his
boss a perplexed look as he hung up.
    “Boss man, ju sure you want to have a party
clown come here? This ain't the crowd for that.”
    Joe gave his assistant a smile and held up
his glass to toast the affluent group. “Oh, it's not for us!”
    The day wore on, and Sarah tried her best to
stay on the shaded patio. The etched concrete was stained a dark
green, and she found herself pondering it with idle relaxation. She
was shook out of her daydreams by Jessica, when she came sprinting
over on her tall heels.
    “Oh my God Sarah! We've got a problem! A big,
BIG problem!”
    Right as Sarah began looking around, she saw
a figure though the wrought iron gate that opened to the back yard.
Before she knew what happened, the large gate flew open, and a
filthy bum dressed as some kind of party clown came running into
the center of the lawn. The disgusting man stood right in front of
a crowd of moms and kids and blew a snot rocket right into the
group-
    “HEY KIDS! WHO WANTS TO MAKE BALOON ANIMALS
AND SHIT!! AH HAHAHAHA!!!” The wretched man yelled maniacally. With
that, he reached into his pants and pulled out a handful of
unrolled latex condoms. As he laughed and drank from a forty-ounce
bottle of beer, he sprayed the crowd with his foamy spittle. The
remaining moms and children filtered out of the backyard as if it
were filled with toxic waste. They shielded their young children
while they made their way around the creepy man and his disturbing
clown act.
    Sarah looked on as the back yard filtered
out. There was no chasing after them, and no second chances. This
day was done and gone. As Jessica finished prodding the creepy
clown out of the back yard at the end of a broom, Sarah felt an
email pling in:
    Look at it this way; at least they won't bill
you for the therapy sessions!
    BTW, The second strike of a samurai sword is
the deeper one. Keep that in mind next time Miss Bella!
    -Joseph Blake
    Sarah could only groan in defeat. She knew
that this would only get darker weirder from her on out.
    Her life became consumed with thoughts of
revenge. As the friendly, athletic girl she used to know herself as
slowly dissolved away, she found something much more confusing and
complicated underneath. As if she were a plaster statue eroded by
acid rain, her foundational armature of rusty, twisted wires was
beginning to show through.
    Like all slow transformations, this one was
unnoticeable at first. Her gym attendance declined when she focused
her evenings on protecting her houses. The hot cocoa that was her
warm evening ritual became a tumbler full of scotch. She needed it
to help get to sleep, which was beginning to wane as well.
    Through it all, was the grinding, teasing
contact she had with Joseph Blake. The enigmatic man seemed to know
everyone, and nobody seemed to have the full story on him.
Everything that was gleaned from her contacts was one half-truth
wrapped in a rumor that someone heard. Every day, he emailed her to
taunt her about the upcoming deadline. As her friends and family
fell out of touch with her, she became the very thing that Joe was
himself; a lonely, driven soul that sought stimulation in the most
avant garde ways. She became a regular at the Kitty Kat Ranch. At
first, it was to suss out intel on the real estate moguls who
gathered there. Later on, it just became a place on the way home to
grab a drink and chat with Roxy, her unlikely new friend.
    “Girl, why do you keep coming in here?”
There's gotta be some cute little yuppie bar that would suit you
better.” Roxy teased, as she watched Sarah toss back a shot of
whiskey. “You better slow down. If I have to, I will get you
cut off.” She admonished.
    “Last one, I swear! I have to drive home you
know.” Sarah