I took everyone’s advice to heart, and built a little structure around the staircase down to Hera’s bunker. It pleases me immensely.
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Naturally I had her invite ANGELA over to see the new building. (It’s ANGELA by the way. I had it wrong when I kept calling her Andrea. I’m terrible with names.)
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Any guesses as to what sort of flirt interaction would involve the topic of nachos? Delicious; not very sexy.
Then Angela turned the topic of conversation to Death, and the way he wields his scythe.
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Angela agreed to spend the night. But while Hera was eating dinner at her sad little salvaged dining table…
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Hera ran into the bedroom and fell fast asleep.
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They slept together that night, but they didn’t really “sleep together,” if you follow me.