by Joshinator
Shared September 21, 2023 at 12:29 PM

Part of the series

Multitude of Gwens


Description:
Heather watched out of the venetian blinds, drinking her coffee nervously as the clones approached, their tennis shoes making a thunderous noise as they slapped the ground. One Gwen walked along with them, bellowing out orders as they marched. "Company," she called out, "halt! Right, face! Stand at attention!" A sea of Gwens moved in unison to the commands, like a well-oiled machine.


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