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... The giants convulsed, probably trampling some of my daughters… Rest in peace their souls, and the souls of our enemies.
As someone who died from a bee sting once, I sympathized a little.
Normally, even more bees would’ve died as their stingers got stuck in humans’ chitin and flesh. However, my bees were smart girls, and they had my instructions.
Instead of recklessly tearing themselves by trying to fly away, the bees used their knives, tools and claws to cut their stinge ...
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