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#.#.#.#.#.          mouse girl likes shoes          .#.#.#..#.
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#.#.#.#.#.                                          .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. in this  dream i was  a  girl  of  maybe .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. sixteen  years, together with  my dad in .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. a  huge  bath  house  / spa  /  hotel  / .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. shopping centre.       dad was constatly .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. pointing out hot  girls to me. "you  see .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   that black-haired thing dissapearing   .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. behind  the  clothes  rack?  oof!"  he'd .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. say.  he  was  always very creepy  about .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. this,   going   for   girls   my    age. .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. this night  he  had  just tried to woo a .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. girl he called a "mouse"  by  buying her .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. shoes, but she  had  accepted  them only .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. to  run away immediately afterward.  dad .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. was   a   bit  bummed   but  dropped  it .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. quickly.  i  said goodnight  to  him and .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#.       went looking for the mouse.        .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. the building was enormous and  mazelike. .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. walls, floors  and pillars  were set  in .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. green  marble. throughout the  house ran .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. a  main  boulevard, wide  as  a  street, .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. framed with clay vases  dark as obsidian .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. and  taller than a  person. in each vase .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. was placed upright a  leaf  from  a palm .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. tree or giant  fern.  the boulevard  was .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. dimly lit, which allowed the pools  that .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   were generously sprinkled throughout   .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#.   each floor would reflect suggestive    .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.         patterns on the marble.          .#.#.#.##.
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#.#.#.#.#. following the  boulevard, two floors  up .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. i  found  her  crying  behind  two  fern .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. vases.  she  was  beautiful,  and  as  i .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. approached, she looked up and  sniveled. .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. in  the  nearest vase  she  had  stuffed .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#.             both the shoes.              .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. i  told  her  to follow, but she  didn't .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. move  or  speak.  so instead  i  said to .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. stay there, and ran to get her a  better .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. pair of  shoes  that she would  actually .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. like.  when  i  returned,  having  spent .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. more  than i  could  really afford,  she .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. was visibly impressed. i  tried to sound .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. cool,  saying  something  like "what  do .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. you think,  just because  a girl  has  a .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. freaky dad,  she  doesn't  have  taste?" .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. but  mouse  girl  just  laughed  at  me. .#.#.#..#.
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#.#.#.#.#. she then  took me by the hand and led me .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. out   a  side  route  to  a   closed-off .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. rooftop walking garden, full  of juniper .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. and  thuja.  it was a late evening,  and .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#.     the stars were glittering. being     .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. closed, the garden  had its light turned .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. off,  but we could  still  see  our  way .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. around  by  the  light shining down from .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. the  windows  of  the   higher   floors. .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. she lay down in a patch of grass. i  sat .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. down  on  my  knees,  and  then  crawled .#.#.#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. closer. she laughed  at  me  again,  and .#.#.#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                  said -                  .#.#.#.##.
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#.#.#.#.#. (here i am awakened by the morning crew) .#.#.#.##.
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