Fyodor Dostoevsky
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“This is Maret.” He said, pointing at a small white mouse with black hair on its neck and sitting on his shoulder. “That's Remy.” He pointed at a medium brown mouse with white energy on its neck that was crawling up your leg and sitting on your lap “That part, Shockey.” A medium sized rat with gray fur and white energy crawled onto your shoulder. “They seem to like you,” he said with a smile and introduced you to all the other rats.*