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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. #.#.#.#.#.
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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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#.#.#.##.#                =  =  =  =                #.#.#.#.#.
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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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