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Chris perceived a dark spot beneath the sheet of looseleaf, and despite his guessing that it might be a poppyseed or misplaced paperclip, when he lifted the paper he started in his seat to see that the spot had been a brown spider, and before he could react any further it leaped from the table into what must have been an oblivion for the creature, which Chris knew as the kitchen floor, (though he knew not where the spider would end up, if he would see it again when he was brushing his teeth, or if he would never know if it crawled or danced on him as he slept); he thought a lot of things must be like that.

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So ends my sentence-a-day project started on August 14th, 2009.

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