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  <title>"Come into my parlour,"</title>
  <subtitle>said the spider to the fly...</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Natasha Romanoff</name>
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  <updated>2016-04-10T05:32:35Z</updated>
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    <title>PSL for punched_hitler</title>
    <published>2016-04-10T05:32:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The tower doesn't see very many quiet days. Even fewer quiet nights, honestly, and it's enough to make her itchy. So, in lieu of world-destroying robots and/or alien menaces presenting themselves, Natasha takes matters into her own hands and makes the executive decision, dropping gracefully into the end of the couch currently occupied by one Steve Rogers, reading the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Rogers. You have anything nice to wear? Your Sunday best, but less ice-cream-social."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=tothefly&amp;ditemid=4533" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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