Notes and noises, not known to me. Through the looking glass I must be. Strange. Or not strange at all. The buildings here are so short indeed. No Scarabs in the sky, nor sign of the Suits or White Rabbits running about. So many tasty little oysters just wandering around. Yet no sign of her...still couldn't blame her. After all who'd choose a Hatter over a Heart?! Not her, that's for sure. Prince indeed, and not some scheming pauper. Well no matter, no matter at all. Here I am Non Wonderland, and Hatter will have a ball.
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