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###&&%*«,¨ **************************************** ¨,«*%&##
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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. ¨¨¨,,,*%%&
###&&%*«,¨ ¨,«*%&##
#&**«,,¨¨¨ 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. ¨¨¨¨,*%&
####&%*«,¨ ¨,«*%###
&&%%%«¨¨¨¨ 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 - ¨,«*%###
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&&&%%**«,¨ * * * * ¨,«**%%&&&
#&%%%*«,¨¨ ¨¨,«*%%%
###&&%*«,¨ (here i am awakened by the morning crew) ¨,«*%&##
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##&*«,¨¨¨¨ **************************************** ¨¨¨¨,«*#
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