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February 24, 2007


The mouse ran. The floor was hard beneath its feet. The light glared. The mouse squinted into the glare. It grew tired. Its lung felt pain. Then its legs felt pain. The pain grew worse, in its lungs and legs. The mouse could feel nothing but the pain. Its mouth foamed. Its coat was slick with sweat. It could not get enough air. It ran on. The heart of the mouse exploaded. It died. Rain fell on the hard floor.

Thursday apr 10: Today Algernon is wearing a tiny leather jacket.

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