The piece of black fluff hanging in the air which I grabbed with my left hand turned out to be a tiny spider. Luckily, it didn't get squashed; I gently placed it on the dresser table beside my bed.
I'm packing my suitcase and catching a bus to the airport in 4 hours. 21 hours of traveling to London, door to door; not so bad. I have books, I have
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