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[Abattoir]

  The day passes by with no company. Itsy cannot say she is disappointed, as she had made no particular effort to invite anyone to her, but she is a tad disheartened. At least the day, albeit cold, had passed by swiftly what with her constant output of daydreams into the journal.
  She touches a leg between her spinnerets, pulling a fresh strand from her abdomen, & touches it to the nearest branch, then to her journal. It is gently released & allowed to daintily swing here to there in the chilly breeze. She then meticulously sets about cleaning herself, feeding each leg in turn between her mandibles, swiping each & every hair clean of any particle of dust or bit of grime. Itsy is a clean woman. She prefers her living space, & herself, neat, orderly, tidy.

This done, she suddenly stirs to life, spindly limbs carrying her across her web-- upside down-- & over the lake to perhaps check in with the townsfolk mingling in the library. Her home is left vacant save for the multitude of male spiders swarming over her web.