I read the phrase "mouse support," and just at that moment, I saw a small dark thing scurry across my living room floor past the fireplace. I didn't think it could truly be THAT--for when is life ever so eloquent? But the scurrying thing turned around and again scurried past the fireplace, and it paused just long enough for me to think just hard enough, and then it retraced its initial beeline to some place behind the couch. And surely now I'm sure that it was a mouse (the first I've ever seen in my house).
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