Two tiny spiders decended on their threads over a vacant breakfast table, one over a stale cup of coffee and the other over a glass of fresh orange juice.

¨ My, the weather is so hot,¨ said the first, ¨and there is a peculiar smell in the air.¨

¨Really?¨ said the other, looking puzzled. ¨I feel cool and find the air sweet and fresh.¨

Their gaze met, they said nothing but both thought the other rather strange.
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