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The rapid-fire sound of a bike horn going on and off faded as the clown who was the source of the cacophony waddled away from the center of the sidewalk, a bundle of balloons in one hand and a cheap horn in the other. The pedestrian traffic of the small Wyoming town had to contend with the Miller Brothers Circus, a true American mud show if there ever was one.

The clown, wearing an oversized stiff-materialled blazer and disproportionately large shoes, was the father of the girl who happened to be attracting the most "pretending not to look but actually looking" glances from passerby, though one could be forgiven for not making the family connection.

Sheathed in a figure-hugging red spandex bodysuit, 17-year old Victoria Sawyer had situated herself in the shade of a nearby tree, her stepstool-like platform half resting on the sidewalk and half dug into the earth of the ground around the base of the tree. She had the sort of appearance that was difficult to categorize as comely or plain, with smooth skin and a wide nose but studious eyes punctuated by dark eyeliner. Her brown hair was arranged in a choppy bob. The humidity and the low winds didn’t do her any favors. She was all too aware that raising an arm or foot would give attentive passerby a good idea on how hot it was wearing the costume.

Did she care? Not especially. At school she was one of those people who defined herself by not caring. She dressed how she wanted, held hands with whomever she wanted and spoke how she wanted. All of these also meant that she threw fists whenever she wanted too. Most of the school tough guys quickly figured out how awkward it would be to become known as the guy who got decked by the Rubber Girl from the local circus so she was mercifully left alone to not pay attention in class.

Work saw her living in a mobile home with her parents, both performers. Being as limber as she was had its perks when living in such a small space considering neither of her folks seemed intent on giving up any of their own. Homework and skyping were frequently done on her chest with her legs wrapped around her back and a foot or ankle in each hand.

Now was just another part of her career ritual. Raising her leg and pressing her sole into her hand she shifted her grip to her ankle, raising it smoothly overhead so her leg stretched straight. Time to catch some attention and sell some tickets.

Description
The rapid-fire sound of a bike horn going on and off faded as the clown who was the source of the cacophony waddled away from the center of the sidewalk, a bundle of balloons in one hand and a cheap horn in the other. The pedestrian traffic of the small Wyoming town had to contend with the Miller Brothers Circus, a true American mud show if there ever was one.

The clown, wearing an oversized stiff-materialled blazer and disproportionately large shoes, was the father of the girl who happened to be attracting the most "pretending not to look but actually looking" glances from passerby, though one could be forgiven for not making the family connection.

Sheathed in a figure-hugging red spandex bodysuit, 17-year old Victoria Sawyer had situated herself in the shade of a nearby tree, her stepstool-like platform half resting on the sidewalk and half dug into the earth of the ground around the base of the tree. She had the sort of appearance that was difficult to categorize as comely or plain, with smooth skin and a wide nose but studious eyes punctuated by dark eyeliner. Her brown hair was arranged in a choppy bob. The humidity and the low winds didn’t do her any favors. She was all too aware that raising an arm or foot would give attentive passerby a good idea on how hot it was wearing the costume.

Did she care? Not especially. At school she was one of those people who defined herself by not caring. She dressed how she wanted, held hands with whomever she wanted and spoke how she wanted. All of these also meant that she threw fists whenever she wanted too. Most of the school tough guys quickly figured out how awkward it would be to become known as the guy who got decked by the Rubber Girl from the local circus so she was mercifully left alone to not pay attention in class.

Work saw her living in a mobile home with her parents, both performers. Being as limber as she was had its perks when living in such a small space considering neither of her folks seemed intent on giving up any of their own. Homework and skyping were frequently done on her chest with her legs wrapped around her back and a foot or ankle in each hand.

Now was just another part of her career ritual. Raising her leg and pressing her sole into her hand she shifted her grip to her ankle, raising it smoothly overhead so her leg stretched straight. Time to catch some attention and sell some tickets.