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..,-*†§#@# **************************************** #@#§†*-,..
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..,-*†§#@#          mouse girl likes shoes          #@#§†*-,..
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..,-*†§#@#                *  *  *  *                #@#§†*-,..
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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.       #@#§†*-,..
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..,-*†§#@# 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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.,-*†§#@##                *  *  *  *                ##@#§†*-,.
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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.             #@#§†*-,..
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..,-*†§#@# 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. #@#§†*-,..
.,-*†§#@##                                          ##@#§†*-,.
..,-*†§#@# 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. #@#§†*-,..
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..,-*†§#@# 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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.,-*†§#@##                *  *  *  *                ##@#§†*-,.
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.,-*†§#@## (here i am awakened by the morning crew) ##@#§†*-,.
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.,-*†§#@## **************************************** ##@#§†*-,.
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