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The Little Boy sits in the graveyard, spiders crawling up his fingers

You start exploring the graveyard, curious of what you might find. You spot the boy and slowley open the gate too the graveyard.

“Be carful, Herbert...“ “Be gentle, Gertie...“

He’s naming the spiders.

((You can name him if you’d like. :)))