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'Twas the night in the basement, all grimy and bare,
Not a creature was stirring… oh wait—one was there.
The fridge was well-stocked with expired despair,
In hopes that some groceries might someday get care.

The roomie was nestled, all snug in his chair,
While visions of free rent danced in the air.
And I in my horror, my foot met its fate,
Crushing a rodent—its soul met the gate.

A scream filled the basement, a banshee’s own cry,
As guts met the floorboards and I wished I would die.
Then what to my traumatized eyes should appear,
But my friend in the kitchen, just laughing—no fear.

"You stepped on it clean! That’s efficient, not bad!"
He chuckled and grinned while I just stood there mad.
Then smugly he said, with a smirk rather slick,
"I'll clean it up, but you owe me—pick quick."

So I bartered my soul for the rodent’s demise,
And paid with my dignity—such a steep price.
Now whenever I step, I tread with great care,
For nightmares of mice still linger down there.

This is real and true and exactly how it happened. No lies detected. DV’s GPT prompt told my own story better than I did

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