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Jean-Pierre agreed with the cause. Madame Guillotine did have a role. Yet, there was a gnawing pain in his stomach, as he watched the Soldier of the Revolution score his name into one of the Palace mirrors.
"You're free!" he sneered, at the displaced butler. "Time to serve France instead of Playboy Kings, huh? Liberty, Equality, Fraternity! Long live the Revolution!" Jean-Pierre mentally shook his head sadly. Outwardly, he smiled and nodded; looking at the plundered Palace of Versailles, and this desecrater of it's ghostly shell. "Long live the Revolution," he intoned, leaving the soldier to his pointless destruction. (99 words)
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