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…drawn by my blood-curdling shrieks. They found me, crimson-faced and humiliated, but victorious. My home was not a crime scene. It was merely a battleground — me, the spider, and the malevolent 2x4, locked in a chilling dance of survival.
Michelle March
A A McRae
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Clever writing of a harrowing spider experience! 🕷️🧡🌻
I am a teacher, parent, cookie-baking experimenter, library enthusiast, and all-around bookworm. Twitter and Instagram: @aamcraewrites
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