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Alice came to a fork in the road. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked.
‘Where do you want to go?’ responded the Cheshire cat.
‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered.
‘Then,’ said the cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.’ |
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Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people. Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. Alice: How do you know I'm mad? Cheshire Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here. 
 
 
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I met a wonderful man this weekend; so lovely that I'm terrified to put him into writing. He came when I called and laughed with his hands but never aloud. and all I kept thinking about was that dry Thanksgiving where you fed me horrible gray tea (and I pretended that I knew how to drink it), and strummed "strike the hammer while the iron is hot, strike the hammer while the iron is hot, strike the hammer while the iron is hot," on a candlelit guitar and how close we'd always been to "too damn far". But how that didn't matter because we love what we aren't. |
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Stop stealing our art! You don't even know just what it means; miss you most when you're standing right in front of me. |
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