Road Trip

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“We are lost, Napoleon.”

“We are not!”

“Mr. Waverly is expecting us to meet him in an hour!  Leave it to you to forget to bring the map, we should have retrieved it like I suggested.  ‘We don’t need it,’ you said.  ‘I know how to get there,’ you said.”

“’Ow, my arm is broken’ is what you’ll be saying if you don’t stop mocking me! There’s the turn off now; we’ll be there in a moment, Ye of Little Faith.”

“I have faith in you, Napoleon.  I just do not think you are perfect.”

“Well, maybe you should.”