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“You’re lost,” Serena declared.
“I’m not lost. I just don’t know which direction I’m going,” Penelo affirmed.
“That’s called being lost,” the raven-haired girl pointed out.
“Nuh-uh, this happens all the time,” Penelo shook her head, “and that would mean I’m always lost. That can’t be possible.”
“Yes, it can,” Serena crossed her arms.
“Just because you get lost, Serena, doesn’t mean I do,” Penelo replied.
“I wasn’t lost until you made a mess of things, Penelo,” Serena reminded her.
“Whatever,” Penelo shrugged. “I’ll just do what I always do. Pick a direction, then I won’t be lost anymore.”
“What kind of logic is that?” Serena snapped.
“I’m moving in a direction, so I’m going somewhere; thus, I’m not lost. It’s grade school science, Serena,” Penelo assured.
“That’s funny because I’m pretty sure we went to the same grade school, and I don’t remember them teaching that,” Serena countered.
“Well, maybe you were sick that day,” Penelo turned away. “Let’s see, eenie meenie miney mo…”
“Here we go again,” Serena rolled her eyes. It wasn’t as bad as it could be. They were still in the palace, at least. Of course, being lost in the interconnected basement floors was never a fun time. It often felt like there were more dead ends than hallways down here. ‘That’s what I get for getting drawn into Penelo’s antics again.’
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Proper navigation is important when exploring unfamiliar territories. Rigid directions can only take you so far, you never know when you'll need to intuit the way forward from little information.
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