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On a corner of a street stood a male clown garbed in a black and white costume that could classify him as a mime, if it weren't for the voluminous rainbow colored wig on his head. From his sleeve he pulled out a bouquet of black and white roses of which he waved to Fainne. He bowed and smiled, revealing large pearly white teeth framed by black colored lips.
"Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady." He tossed the roses in the air and each seven rose transformed into doves that flew toward the Demiosian skies.
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