Melinda's eyes sparkled when she set them on you, and once settled she could pretty much talk you into anything. Not that she was conniving. She just had a perpetual case of inviting-itus. “You have to taste this.” “You have to see this.” “You have to smoke this.”
And then there was the spider.
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