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