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Tuesday, February 21st, 2006
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After lunch with Haffendi and Yumi, i was on my way back to my room when i noticed a thin stream of smoke wafting out of the ashbowl by the trashcans outside.
I walked over, and peeked in.
Yes; there was a cigarette still burning.
Was it going to finish itself off? Cigarette suicide instead of the usual murder? I watched that cigarette. Waiting, and watching, to see what would happen.
Oh! What's this??
A spider!
A spider was standing on one of the cigarettes, with its legs outstretched, wavering, but not moving, cigarette smoke billowing all around it in the ashbowl.
Hey dude, isn't the smoke aggravating you?? Maybe you like the nicotine, like these art kids do (What a silly spider). Hey. You need to quit.
I blew on it lightly, and it tipped over. Paralyzed.
Legs still outstretched and twitching.
Oh.
Twitching.
I watched it twitch for a few minutes, still frozen in the same pose, but then i had to get to class or I'd be late.
I'm pretty sure it died of second-hand smoke though. Fairly pretty sure.
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