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she would remember later that their conversations seemed as fragile and important as the invisible spider web in the basement. every once in a while she touched the web or the spider to make sure she was still alive. other times she would stand and watch her drink the life from tiny insects. it was like that with him. she could sit back and watch him destroy, or she could gently try to shake him awake without making him angry. it was a dangerous business - trying to love without getting hurt.