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The spider isn't Real, of course. You won't find it in your bathtub, nor in your kitchen, nor in the shadowy corners of your poorly-lit basement. You won't clean any web it doesn't leave up attached to your ceiling.
It lives in your dreams.
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Something in this androgynous creature's eyes captivates me. It draws me in, inviting me to say hi and strike up a conversation.
"What are your pronouns?" I ask, after they introduce themselves, trying to be polite.
"We/us/our," is the response.
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A bar isn't home. It doesn't feel like home; it can't be home. That's obvious, though, isn't it? Hardly an observation worth stating at all except to call attention to just *how* far from home it feels.
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I plan for only a brief visit at your house. I have places to go, but somehow you've talked me into staying for dinner. For drinks. For drugs. And now it's so late, and I'm in an unfamiliar placeā¦