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He received the all clear sig­nal, banked left and began his approach. It was a move he and hun­dreds of oth­ers had done before, yet at no point did he relax his con­cen­tra­tion. Too many times he had seen or heard of a sud­den gust of wind catch­ing some­one off guard and knock­ing them either off track and they had to cir­cle around and try again, or slammed them into the sides.

The humil­i­a­tion that came with being tossed around because you weren't pay­ing atten­tion was some­thing he wished, very strongly, to avoid. Espe­cially since the inci­dent last year. Besides, with over 50,000 oth­ers in the hive, it wasn't like there was a place for a Bee to hide when the mock­ing became too much.

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