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Untitled WIPI enjoyed the sounds of the bones on the pavement. Clack, clack. It reminded me of the rain - though the rain was not as cold or lifeless as the bones. Well, before I breathed life into them. The feet of the little fleshless mouse - the bones clacking - were moving fast to keep up with the leisurley stroll of my own feet, covered in flesh and clothing material, like the rest of me.
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