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My dad bought a house, when I was the size of a mouse. I busted through the door and my mom said that I was Thor. I rushed up the stars, and got a quick glare, of every room, and the big fat moon. Every day I would lay in my crib and dream of my house. Many years past. I grew from a mouse, to the size of my couch
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