My home has been invaded by a plague of mice, who are eating my books. This means War! I've had the exterminator in, and every corner is abristle with alluring poisons, springed peanut butter, and peppermint oil. I am sorry, gentler folk. Wee, sleekit, tim'rous, cow'ring beasties who saw-edge my first editions and chew the fringes of my
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