TO ALL SPIDERS:
Here's the deal, you know that I hate you, I know you hate me. But fate is a fickle mistress, it seems we have a common enemy. I offer a truce, for three months.
The terms of this truce are simple: you eat all the mosquitoes around me, and I won't squish you. After that we get back to our normal lives, and I shall laugh at your broken webs, but there can be peace between us for a while.
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