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| She lulls her dinner in with a song sung so quietly it barely seems plausible to exist. But it does, and the subconcious picks it up before the concious. When they come, a girl draped in silken gloves and a dark dress brings them close, and a small bite is given. It is all that is needed. Poisonous, of course, the victim can find theirselves comatose for several days. They live, of course, but with a faint touch to this dream they had, where this spider came and sang them to sleep... |
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