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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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.##.#.#..#                /  /  /  /                .#.#.#.#.#
..#.#.#.##                                          ##.#.#.#.#
.##.#.#..# 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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