The Fly (who has nothing to do with Jeff Goldblum)

If you asked the fly, whose life I saved yesterday, about the spider whose legs I broke and crushed before drowning this morning, he wouldn’t believe you. You would tell him how I stepped into the shower and felt eight little legs break under my weight. How I lifted my foot and saw its crippled,... Continue Reading →

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