In a simple runiverse village, there lived a simple carpenter.
He cut, hewed, he polished, he worked, he varnished wood. Every day, every week, every month, every year.
One day, the carpenter got tired of cutting, carving, polishing, working and varnishing wood.
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If only he could duplicate himself.... If only...
And so the carpenter set to work, every night, every week, every month. Until one moonless night... a night when souls are usually out;
He finished his work, he had it in front of him: cut, polish, varnish His wooden double.
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