The spiders, like if they were on the ballet, were moving gracefully from side to the other of the stage, knitting the spider-web that warded their moves and assured them their dinner.
The end.
The spiders, like if they were on the ballet, were moving gracefully from side to the other of the stage, knitting the spider-web that warded their moves and assured them their dinner.
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