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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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Joshinator ∙ Shared September 21, 2023 at 3:12 PM
Heather chatted with Lindsay. "Really all we can do is cite Gwen for marching in a parade without a permit..."