Vespa, Vespa, Apocrita
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The story Vespa, Vespa, Apocrita: describes the story of the eusocial colony of the A Piquet, the wasp kingdom of the Empeiria. Their survival is dependent on their use of mimicry, masking themselves as bees to ensure they are to find a new home. They used this method in a way like playing cards. In this tale, you follow the story of one of the many jacks in the mimicry drone crew.
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