Enraptured by her form, she twirled on the silvery web.
“Don’t I look amazing?”
Her voice drifted over to her mate, who yawned. “You’ve got some weight on you, love.”
Freezing in mid-twirl, her foot settled on his tiny body. Afterwards, she licked her fangs.
He should have known better.
Moral: Keep your counsel to yourself and thus stay away from trouble.
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“Cut it wafer thin. Very thin.”
The emphasis on wafer is not lost on me. She pronounces it ‘vafer’, the way many people of that generation do, who are new to a language and try valiantly anyway. It impresses me, that grit.
But that’s not all that does.
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