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Other marchers sported fake baby bumps, brandished signs declaring the Gloucester teens “pregnant tramps,” and pelted bystanders with candy and condoms.
The float was a hit with the parade committee, which awarded one of the teams second place in the annual competition for best float.
Opponents battling to shut down the parade for good are lobbying sponsors to pull out.
Meanwhile, the float-making faithful are sticking to their guns, prepared to march no matter what.
Major media outlets from New York to Tokyo trained their attention on the small fishing town with breathless curiosity and considerable handwringing.
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