So let me tell you haw Mice have become the dictators of my life, shall I call them Mitlers or Hice or is it wrong to equivocate the horror of Hitler with the irritants in my life (ew use of the word irritants sounds like I need a cream of some sort). Anyway, going on, henceforth, here to fore . . . how might minute, fuzzy, quadrupedal mammals who
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