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Reading It again. I abhor clowns and fear them with an ungodly terror.
The situation's always the same. I pick up the book, start reading, and when I get to Georgie Denborough with his arm getting ripped off by the clown standing in the sewage drain I freak. End up spending a week with the lights on and end up looking over my shoulder.
Then when I feel better I pick it back up and read until about the time where Ben Hanscom sees the clown in the field with the mummy's face and the balloons that fly the wrong way in the wind I freak out again, and...repeat.
Don't know why I read this trash.
Come to think of it-why haven't I ever posted this in the scary book thread?
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