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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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###&$%*«,¨ She Lay Down In A Patch Of Grass. I Sat ¨,«*%$##
####&$%*«, Down On My Knees, And Then Crawled ,«*%$###
###&$%*«,¨ Closer. She Laughed At Me Again, And ¨,«*%$##
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