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Risk in the Air

By now, he was twenty feet up, balanced on the ladder. If this was an active nest and hornets came flying out, he could fall—badly. His garden path was all stone. One sting, one slip, and that’d be it. He held completely still, muscles tight, eyes locked on the mass. There wasn’t any buzzing yet, but he didn’t want to push his luck.
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