Molly
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Either I'm hallucinating or I have a rodent. There's this squeaking, scurrying, scratching sound from across the room. I'm afraid to go check it out though...i don't want to see the fucker. Or find nothing, and feel even crazier. But I don't want to go to work either, and then wonder where it's moved to when I get home. Gah. Little blond girls shouldn't live alone.