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I crept into the corner where I had encased the young boy from the newspaper in a web. I munched away at what remained of his leg while he stared back at me with a jaundiced eye and a contorted face. He wasn’t dead yet, and I wouldn’t be able to stomach him, but thankfully my venom would keep him s…
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