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You are afraid of spiders and there is one on the ceiling.
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"Tom!" You yelled standing in the corner of a room, eyes fixated on the ceiling, more specific, the spider. "Tom, you have to come. Now!"
Tom came running in the room, ready to fight whatever is threatening you. "What's going on?"
"There's a spider."
Tom followed your eyes and saw the spider, who now had crawled to the wall.
"No, I am not getting any closer to that thing," Tom uttered knowing you would want him to take away the spider.
"Please, you have to," you insisted.
"No. No way, {your name}."
"What if we make a deal," you proposed walking closer to Tom, but still staring at the spider. "What if you set the spider outside, I will award you tonight."
Your hand trailed over his chest. You could see him think if it was worth.
"Okay, but the next time we call Harrison," Tom agreed. "So he can remove the damn spider."