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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. #.#.#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.#. 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 #.#.#.#.#.
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#.#.#.#.#. (HERE I AM AWAKENED BY THE MORNING CREW) #.#.#.#.#.
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