“Hey Hera,” said Vera “Hey Vera,” said Hera “Ready?” asked Vera “Hey Bob” “Ready!” affirmed Hera “Ready?” They hiked up the hill. “Ready?” “Hey Hera” “Ready” “Hey Vera” “Oh great,” said Vera three. “Hey Bob.” Hours later, “Hera, you lost our map, you lost our rations and you lost the clearing. How will we get home?” “We’re here already!” said Hera. “You must have a sixth sense!” exclaimed Vera. “She needs it” said Bob “Her other five don’t work!”
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