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..:~^†$# mouse girl likes shoes ##&$†^~:..
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..:~^†$# in this dream i was a girl of maybe ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## sixteen years, together with my dad in ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# a huge bath house / spa / hotel / ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## shopping centre. dad was constatly ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# pointing out hot girls to me. "you see ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## that black-haired thing dissapearing ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# behind the clothes rack? oof!" he'd ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## say. he was always very creepy about ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# this, going for girls my age. ##&$†^~:..
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..:~^†$# this night he had just tried to woo a ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## girl he called a "mouse" by buying her ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# shoes, but she had accepted them only ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## to run away immediately afterward. dad ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# was a bit bummed but dropped it ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## quickly. i said goodnight to him and ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# went looking for the mouse. ##&$†^~:..
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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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.:~^†$## following the boulevard, two floors up ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# i found her crying behind two fern ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## vases. she was beautiful, and as i ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# approached, she looked up and sniveled. ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## in the nearest vase she had stuffed ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# both the shoes. ##&$†^~:..
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..:~^†$# i told her to follow, but she didn't ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## move or speak. so instead i said to ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# stay there, and ran to get her a better ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## pair of shoes that she would actually ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# like. when i returned, having spent ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## more than i could really afford, she ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# was visibly impressed. i tried to sound ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## cool, saying something like "what do ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# you think, just because a girl has a ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## freaky dad, she doesn't have taste?" ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# but mouse girl just laughed at me. ##&$†^~:..
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..:~^†$# she then took me by the hand and led me ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## out a side route to a closed-off ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# rooftop walking garden, full of juniper ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## and thuja. it was a late evening, and ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# the stars were glittering. being ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## closed, the garden had its light turned ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# off, but we could still see our way ##&$†^~:..
.:~^†$## around by the light shining down from ###&$†^~:.
..:~^†$# the windows of the higher floors. ##&$†^~:..
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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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.:~^†$## (here i am awakened by the morning crew) ###&$†^~:.
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