The saddest love story I know is the tarantula's. In the foothills of California, tarantulas come out ever fall. Hideous, hairy spiders swarm everywhere. On certain roads a driver can't help squishing them under his tires. Housewives, armed with brooms, beat them to death. Everyone reviles them. But, they still come out ever fall, swarming by
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