I am sitting at my scrivania, reception at my computer trying to come up with something to write for my successivo fanfic chapter; Trixy walks into my room. "Eeek! Spidah!" I look up and see her hanging from my ceiling fan.
"Trixy? What are te doing up there?" I ask. Trixy looks down.
"There was a spidah."
"So I gather...Well, where is it?" Trixy points a flipper at a tiny, itsy bitsy ragno on the door.
"There." I look at it and sigh. I get up and dispose of it.
"Trixy, one of these days, te are going to have to tell me why te are so scared of even the tiniest spiders." Trixy jumps down from my white ceiling fan...
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