My clone could grade papers while I do the laundry. The clone could change the sheets while I grab a shower. The clone could get supper on the table while I clean the bathroom. Really, the prospects are endless. Yesterday morning I needed to bake some cookies for the basketball game bake sale and I also wanted to work out. This job really called for a clone.
So, while I got in a run, my clone (also known as my mother) baked 6 dozen cookies.
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