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Having grown accustomed to the double armed lifestyle, you don't know how well you'd fare as a single. The world has changed a lot, you know, it seems really rough out there these days.

So you do what most people do in this situation: You seek the aid of the local wise woman. You find her at the outskirts of the village, a respectable distance away from the respectable members of the community, though you can't help but notice the path to her house is wide and well-trod.

She's outside her home which is painted garish colors and covered in ornaments of all sizes and styles. A big bubbling cauldron sits in front of her, which she dutifully stirs with an equally large wooden stick.

"Let me guess," she asks before you can even speak, "You need dating advice."

"Uh, no," you say confused, "I was hoping you could help me with this." You wave your missing arm at her.

"Oh, yes, that's what I meant," she says cryptically, "Sure, I'll help. But first you must pass my devious test."

"Test?" you ask dejectedly, "I was hoping I could just like, pay you or something. I have a big bag of error gold."

"No Gold." she says firmly, "Test."

"Ugh, fine," you say.

"Okay!" she says, clapping your hands. Instantly, a giant pie appears floating in front of you. It looks as delicious as it is huge.

"Is this part of the test?" you ask.

"You know I'm not going to answer that," she says. You did, in fact, know that, but it's still annoying. Okay, so what are we doing here?

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