until I saw it in the neighbor's room.
Now I don't feel special.
I made the mouse feel special.
I left it crumbs.
I built a mini maze for it.
Named it, bathed it,
you name it!
Yet the neighbor took precidence.
He neglected it.
Chased it.
Trapped it, eventually.
I'm not mad at the neighbor.
I'm not mad at the mouse.
No one can handle being special.
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