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The combatants square off in the halls of Chez Herd at High Noon, each claiming this house isn’t big enough for the two of us.
The hall is quiet as the mortal enemies face off. The clack of paws from one. The whirr of motor from the other. At High Noon, the clock will strike, the battle will rage, and the fur will fly. Who will our victor be?
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