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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. #@#&£*:«-,
,-«:*£@# #@#&£*:«-,
,,,-«:£# : : : : ##&£:«-,,,
,-«:*£&@## ##@&£*:«-,
,-«:*@## 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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