The Reluctant Alice Rose
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Ultima pubblicazione mer, lug 23, 2014
I sat with my knees pulled tightly to my chest. I quietly apologized to mother and father for allowing myself to be so weak. A Tweedle never allowed themselves to be manipulated by others.
Especially Hatter's. Gorgeous, foul mouthed, deceitful Colin Hatter's.
I will not forfeit this card game. If he plays king I will simply play ace.
With that in mind I settled into an eventful sleep, hounded by a cold alluring, shadow eyed boy.
Bloody...
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