The Spider's Death, a Memoir of a Day

i hurled the mug against the wall with all my might. It hit the spider dead on and exploded in a shower of coffee and china. I should have cleaned it up immediately, but i was so tired,. As though killing the spider had taken every ounce of wakefulness that i had within me, i simply turned round and went to bed. My dreams that night were many legged, but there's not much unusual in that. The next few days passed without incident.

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