... Mouse - it's a miracle that one can combat the millions of infidels! - Something like Walt Whitman put it. Maybe he did not very exaggerated. Our mouse if not immediately, then at least got two wrong - me and Margaret. Transported to a poor old woman a few boxes with trash, which have long stood outside the house - and the third week of this infection lives in the car, left chews chocolates and paper handkerchiefs, Viet their nests, ignores cheese and ham in a mousetrap, not responding to the entreaties and profanity in your address. And what to do, where to go - who would give good advice?
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