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“Dad!” Charlie yelled from his room one morning. “There’s a spider in my room. Get rid of it, please.” Isaac heard a rumble of footsteps in the hall and then Charlie dashed into the kitchen and looked around. Isaac was pulling toast out of the toaster. “There you are,” Charlie