You were rollerblading or something on the sidewalks of Derry and you tripped. You skid, scraped your knee, and nearly broke your ankle. You almost started crying but you saw a hand pop out at you, as if willing you to let the hand help you up. You obliged. You looked up and met the gaze of a clown. You both gazed into each other's eyes. You were like 👉🏻👈🏻💞. He was like🤤🤡.
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🤡Pennywise Imagines👅
HumorPENNYWISE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. HE BELONGS TO STEPHEN KING. this book is literally just a joke....😰 I hate that I'm writing this. Anyways, have you ever wanted to be in different scenarios with a psycho alien killer clown w...
