Spinnerin am Morgen
German poem
bringt Kummer und Sorgen.
Spinnerin am Abend
bringt Glück und Gaben.
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By morning, reality caught up with me, and this spinster turned into a sour partner. She picked up her phone, scrolled through her Instagram account. When she showed me the screen, I knew I had fucked up. I was looking at myself, back in Bosnia. And it was the last picture her friend had posted.
I got up from the bed, went into the bathroom to take a leak, and I silently underwent the questions she fired at me. I pulled the hair dryer from the wall and went back into the bedroom. That is when she asked me if I was the perp from the news from Szczecin.
As I pulled the electric wire tight around her neck, I told her the truth. I told her that she would be turned into a fly tattoo on my arm. Because I am a spider, and I kill flies. Especially the ones that are a nuisance; those buzzing around my head with annoying questions.
Als je het hele hoofdstuk wil lezen, in het Nederlands, bestel het boek Bekentenissen van mijn leven als spin hier.
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Daddy said... 
Ohh man! I guess you should hunt for a hacker soon to erase off the trail you left and get rid of it too
Well, there is a reason for these confessions… You’ll know next week why I’ve decided to come clean. No need for a hacker; I’ve learnt my lesson.
Damm! Now that’s some suspense which is gonna kill me…but i guess i’ll have to wait until next Monday!
Patience is a virtue. And you’re not going anywhere anyway these days. 😉