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Mr Balloon Maker, I met you on the High Street today: you looked so jolly with your balloon hat, and you brought out the child in me. You made a sword for your friend dressed in a giant squirrel outfit, and you showed me your portfolio containing some really intricate balloon creations. I liked the red devil instantly; and when I walked past Starbucks with this funny creature, everybody was staring at me! It made my companion cringe with embarrassment. Tell me, did I really miss a childhood that perhaps I never had?