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July 29, 2007
They tried their best to ignore each other over the next four days. Phineas sat in the cave’s mouth daily, awaiting Gloria’s signal. Minerva watched by night, letting Phineas sleep on the cool cave floors. It was sunset on a Thursday as they were changing posts when Phineas spotted the blue smoke, rising up from a little cottage in the center of town. “That must be her,” Phineas said confidently. Minerva nodded, continuing their silence since their row. Yet, Phineas had his back turned to her as he stared into the valley and believed she must have disagreed with him.