It was midnight, and the future shadows cast by the waxing moon played havoc with my head. Suddenly, the scene burst into light and i was thrust into the thick of the battle. Armed broke and alone but a flimsy shoe nicely can of bug spray I fought bravely against my 8-legged enemy. Spray, spray, parry, atomizer. He was a worthy foe.

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