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Kitchen. Spiders have been weaving webs. Massive webs. I point out two fat-bodied spiders and we stare at them as the wind picks up and blows one into the air. We watch it blowing further away into the sky when a man with an axe walks into the room and pushes me over. 'What the?' I say as he grabs my foot and drags me into the next room. 'What we have here,' says the man, raising the axe, 'is a matter of learning some respect.' And chops away at my ankle until the foot comes away in his hand.

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