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In the cloning business, this was like playing Russian roulette with six bullets.
“No… The best any of them could do was use their cellular manipulation to repair the damage and hope to have more luck than thousands of Kates before them. “Where the fuck were you? I want to do the original.”
She had told him a hundred times that there was no original when it came to exact carbon copies. She was voluptuous, but her buns were like oranges in his hands, oranges that were getting squeezed for juice. I wish I could wear something less revealing but they’re probably going to ask me to duplicate.”
“Alright, but I want like twenty. She was voluptuous, but her buns were like oranges in his hands, oranges that were getting squeezed for juice.
