In 2002, David S. was late for a meeting.

He hurried back to the headquarters of a French energy company

where he worked as an engineer.

Before going in, he stepped into the bathroom

to make sure he looked presentable.

In the mirror, he saw he hadn't marked on his face.

There was a mark on my hand and on my hand.

It was the trace of my red cloth.

We also saw the trace of the red cloth.

It was difficult to remove the mark on the skin.

Earlier that day, David had turned into his alter ego,

Sputnik the clown.

He had put on golden shorts, white makeup,

and of course, a red nose.

And now he had to step into his meeting

with the mark of the elastic on his skin.

I wanted to hide the mark of the red elastic.

I was afraid of my colleagues' questions.

David wanted to make sure his clown world

and his world as an engineer never overlapped.

He worried that if they did,

he could face embarrassing questions at work.

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