There is a mouse in my car...
No joke...made a nest out of my scarf in my glove compartment.
Tore the atlas in the back of my car to shreds...cities and states are everywhere.
He ate a stray Lindt chocolate truffle that had fallen out of my bag...
And my car smells like pee.
I think I have a "mouse curse"...
Paul lived with a 'thorn in his side'....me? a mouse. They seem to follow me everywhere.
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