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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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,.~:§$## (here i am awakened by the morning crew) ###&$§:~.,
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