I can remember that morning as if it were just yesterday…I must have been eleven or twelve years old and had just dozed off on the couch for a teensy weensy nap. I thought I was dreaming of a spider making its way slowly up my neck. After a while though, the feathery sensation of a racing spider on my cheek felt too strong to be just a featured star in my morning siesta. Thankfully my hand
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