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And why am I wearing these ugly trousers and these clumsy boots? Where is my dress? I have never worn trousers in my life! Pea green is *definitely* not my color. Gwendolen, we joined the women’s regiment?! For heaven’s sake, why? Do you speak the language? How do we know what we are supposed to do? Oh, I should not have stood up quite so rapidly. Are you spinning in circles, by any chance? Perhaps I should sit back down again. And stop shouting at me! Ohhhh....
What? Why are these rather matronly women handing us rifles? No, thank you. I can’t shoot a gun. *Oommph!* If you insist. What now? Where are they going? Well, if they will let us along and let me rest, I don’t care. Goodbye! Have a nice time! Oh, my head.... What? Wait! Let go of my arm! Gwendolen, where are we going? I can’t march!! I don’t know hooowww!!
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