“Not my circus, not my monkeys…”
This was the phrase Tammy repeated to themselves every day at work. But there were only so many times they could pretend they were not, in fact, being confronted by clowns on the daily in a circus that was very much theirs.
Tammy worked for a merch store that was based off a popular influencer-slash-singer-slash-model. Not that this was their dream job, or they even cared a fraction for the idol’s music, they just we...
