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Bobby and His Clones Bobby has a big red and black machine in his living room that he uses to make clones of himself.![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() "Look at my two big cotton thingies," she says. "Aren't they big and soft? Do you want to feel them?" "I sure do!" Bobby says.
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