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My name is Alice and I seem to have gotten lost in Wonderland. I followed the White Rabbit down its hole and fell into a world of erotic and sensual animals. I've seen the mousy brown-haired beauty that can’t stand the sight of pussycat. I've ran circles in groups for no purpose but to calm a burning fire in my body. I, unwittingly, made it burn hotter.
I found that White Rabbit again but he sent me into a house because he forgot the leather gloves and cane. I was deadly afraid of that cane. It was thick around and pale in color with a subtle blush along its length. I got distracted like I seem to always do by Bill the Lizard. His forked tongue causes my face to burn with heat and the fire rekindle. It seems that all things that go up must come down and down I went into the gardens of a smoking Caterpillar.
A smoking Caterpillar, you say. I speak true, my beloved Hatter. You ask that I write down my experience of Wonderland and this I will do. I question myself now. The hookah smoke was thick and I was feeling sleepy, goofy and slightly philosophical. Who was I? Was I the White Rabbit or Alice? Was I Misha? I think I’ll still be Alice for now. You’ll be Hatter or do you prefer Mad Hatter. I finally pulled away from the sweet smelling smoke and into your lap.
It was a very mad tea party, Sir. Amber liquids were flowing across the table, into many cups and over the mousy brown-haired beauty. She seems quite tired and it seems as though the March Hare was keeping her up quite violently. She does seem to smile sweetly and arch into his touch. You, however, are so different. You speak in riddles and odd stories but interesting none the less.
I have a feeling I should continue on my journey through Wonderland but you've stopped me in my tracks. Beloved Hatter, would you keep me? I’ll be good and not wander away. I’m writing you this letter for you see me and want me. Keep me, Hatter because we’re all a little mad in Wonderland.
In Wonderland for You,
A Little Mad Alice
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