Brown doe eyes. Soft dark curls. A hand, stretched out in greeting, in help, in warmth.
"What are you doing in the middle of the street?"
Alice had no answer. She could only bow her head in tears.
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Malice
FantasyThere once was a legend of a boy who wielded the Vorpal sword. "He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought- So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought." From out of the Tulgey Wood he came, an...
