

AlicexHatter Short Story 2 The morning had come up clear and bright and cool, with the promise of warmth and sunshine, just as it did every time this particular morning arrived, but Alice was feeling a distinct sense of something like annoyance. She had taken her place at the end of the tea table and was a bit dismayed to discover that it had grown about a hundred yards in the middle of the night. This would not spoil such fine weather on such a nice day. She was absolutely determined. She called out to the Hatter again, and watched him lean forward, putting his elbow into what was probably a tray of aAlicexHatter Short Story 2
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