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I was fishing around under the passenger seat in my car the other day looking for something, and my hand touched something furry. I pretty much knew what it was, but I figured, I had already touched it so I might as well just pull it out. And yep, it was a dead mouse. I threw it on the ground and screamed. I think I startled some poor guy walking by on the way to his car.
What's gross is that I think it had been there since August, which was the last time it was in a mice-infested garage. I wonder how long it'd been dead under there.
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