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BOY AND MOUSE

He had a rubber mouse that he would talk towhen nobody else was aroundand he was able to be most like himself.Whenever he wasn’t digging holes, or playingwith his cars in the dirt, he would be deepin conversation with his mouse, his friend.Nothing they said was taboo.Nothing off limits. Everything was clear and openbetween them.

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