“Would you like the job of cleaning this mess up Alice?” suggested the mad hatter.
“A job will only lead to divorce”, said the Duchess.
Alice faintly remembered getting married. There was a cherry on her muffin. Should she eat it?
Allice looked in the mirror of her patent leather shoes but she could not see what other people saw.
“BUTTONS ARE JUST THINGS TO PRESS!”
“WELL I’LL JUST WEAR NOTHING THEN!”
Alice wondered why white trash was so sexy.
Just a two dollar feather fascinator seemed to stop the rabbit in his tracks.
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