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Clopin Trouillefou

"Clopin was made of light, bright flashes of pearly teeth, flamboyant colors, bursts of song, but sometimes, you could see, there was a darkness there, one that permeated his eyes and inflicted his tongue."
Ladies and Gentlemen, you may have just stumbled upon the most topsy turvy blog you will ever find! Your narrator is none other than I, Clopin Trouillefou! So come one! come all! And let this gypsy give you a riddle! I know much about Paris and all who live in it. Feel free to ask me anything I'm here to entertain and tell you a story! But beware if you stumble into the Court of Miracles, I may not always be so friendly. So now here is riddle to guess if you can: What makes a monster and what makes a man?
“Clopin could of stolen the shoes off someone who just died in the streets. Although he belongs to the lowest group in society, he tries to keep himself a tad above the rabble and wants attention and respect. That’s what helps set him apart, and makes him believe he can change his fate. It’s always interesting when you see somebody who might not be as fortunate as others, but who just does incredible things with the little they have.”

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