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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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##.##..#.#                ^  ^  ^  ^                #.#.#.#.#.
.#..#.##.#                                          #.#.#.#.#.
##.##..#.# 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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##.##..#.#                ^  ^  ^  ^                #.#.#.#.#.
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##.##..#.# (Here I Am Awakened By The Morning Crew) #.#.#.#.#.
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