Spider
I killed a spider today. I didn't mean too. I knew it was there. I'd been minding it all day. It was hiding. I squashed it by accident. I am ashamed. A spider can carry a soul, back from the dead. I never kill spiders, if I can help it, as I once knew a spider that carried a familiar soul.
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