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The only time I joined the good guy's side as a toy soldier, with bright red stickers slapped onto my cheeks by a backstage mom and a cardboard cadet hat strapped to my tiny head with an itchy length of rubber band, I got my first glimpses of two things: weaponry and the chiseled butt cheeks of our male lead, Clinton. Our choreography mostly consisted of coordinated marching and fake beating the shit out of the mice with our wooden rifles, but our real purpose was to huddle around Clinton in one corner of the stage after the battle, concealing him as he whipped off the huge papier-mâché Nutcracker head, slicked back his long '90s boy-band hair a few times, and emerged as the Prince.

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