The mouse put his hand on my shoulder when we got close to the border.
-I am afraid that I cannot follow you past this point, for I am forbidden to cross.
-That is most definitely sad news. You have been a tremendous friend and a valuable ally. I hope that this will not be the last that I hear from you. Are you by any chance on facebook?
-I am a mouse. So, no.
-Of course. Well that is sad indeed.
We stood there looking at one another in silence for a long while. The sun set. The constellations appeared and slowly clocked around the sky. Approaching dawn lightened the horizon. At last I spoke.
-I hate saying goodbye.
-Then you should just turn around and walk away.
So I spun on my heels and marched toward the border.
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