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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. #.#.#.#.#.
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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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#.#..#.#.#                ;  ;  ;  ;                #.#.#.#.#.
#.#.##.#..                                          #.#.#.#.#.
#.#..#.#.# 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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