BMP 10/16: wiped up and threw away the spider i had smushed with a large book and left there for a day (and intended to leave there until it magically disappeared).
NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE
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I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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