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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. ,,,,,,,:~/
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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 ,,,,,,,,,:
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%/~:,,,,,, (Here I Am Awakened By The Morning Crew) ,,,,,,:~/%
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