Goodbye, Mickey. If it was you.
So. I regret to inform you that Mickey did not have it done. My mother was not limited to traps, but also with the rat, and so the poor Mickey was captured and killed by my father. I was sleeping and I could not stop it.
Sure, maybe it was not Mickey. Because my father continues to insist that it was gray, and I am sure that the mouse I saw was dark brown. Ah, the beauty of living in this pseudo-country! I love the sorcetti! (But only sorcetti. Because when you start talking about sewer rats, well, are not so thrilled -.-')
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