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He was an arachnid, and quite dedicated to his craft.
"You know what I did and why I did it?" she asked.
He walked away slowly yet she continued raising her voice.
"You were weaving your web and I was caught inside. You kept spinning and spinning."
She imagined he flinched as he stopped and turned.
“Were they tangled?”, he asked.
She shook her head.
“Were they tight?” he continued.
"I was making a bandage."
She lowered her head, and noticed a forgotten wound, oozing with red.
“It was a misunderstanding,” she whispered.
But he was long gone.