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... s!" I greet a squad of ants moving to the frontline.

They duck their heads in shame and rush past me, trying to conceal the beams of light reflecting from their exo-skeletons with their antennae.

Gweheheheh.

Everyone is metaphorically shining with good health while also literally shining from the torpor police's patented wax and shine. I've never seen such a well-groomed group of ants.

"Make sure you don't miss your next torpor session!" I remind them as they flee ...

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