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we have to save her

What is her name? Asked Mad Hatter of the Palace. I think it’s Dorothy. “No, it isn’t, it’s Alice.” Her frock is quite fetching in that lovely sky blue. She stands up straight and her pearly teeth are nice too. Why does she stop and look under bushes and such? The white rabbit is leading her, right to his hutch. He is diabolical and magical and has a weird way. Well, then, we have to try and save her said the timeclock that day. So, the weirdos and fellows and elves and pedal pusher league Chased after Alice with the Chesire Cat in the lead. Alice ignored them, having her own keen mind. Grateful though, she thanked them for being kind.

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