| Duayne worked as a bus boy at a grim little bistro in Paris |
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 | I hate this job! | |
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| Duayne dreamed of getting a clone to take his place at work |
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| But, I'm not...I'm his clone | |
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| Wow, you look exactly like Duayne! | |
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| A clone was not affordable on a bus boy's salary so eventually, he slipped into insanity... |
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| Things are much better now that there are two of us... | |
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| Best desision we ever made! | |
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