I am sitting at my escritorio at my computer trying to come up with something to write for my siguiente fanfic chapter; Trixy walks into my room. "Eeek! Spidah!" I look up and see her hanging from my ceiling fan.
"Trixy? What are tu doing up there?" I ask. Trixy looks down.
"There was a spidah."
"So I gather...Well, where is it?" Trixy points a flipper at a tiny, itsy bitsy araña on the door.
"There." I look at it and sigh. I get up and dispose of it.
"Trixy, one of these days, tu are going to have to tell me why tu are so scared of even the tiniest spiders." Trixy jumps down from my white ceiling fan...
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