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... squeak squeak—squeak—squeak squeak—"
Ban Xia was amused even with her eyes closed; early in the morning, this group of mice was squeaking more melodiously than singing, rising and falling, dynamic and dramatic, almost like a symphony orchestra.
She opened her eyes and the first thing she did was to reach into her messy hair, relieved that no mice had burrowed in during the night.
Getting up from the bed, which creaked under her weight, the noises from the mice underneath ...
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