I am sitting at my desk at my computer trying to come up with something to write for my next fanfic chapter; Trixy walks into my room. "Eeek! Spidah!" I look up and see her hanging from my ceiling fan.
"Trixy? What are you 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 spider on the door.
"There." I look at it and sigh. I get up and dispose of it.
"Trixy, one of these days, you are going to have to tell me why you are so scared of even the tiniest spiders." Trixy jumps down from my white ceiling fan...
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