Well--
Between a floating sickness and terribly tyrannical tea testy tarries, I find my few days here to be...
Odd.
This device, for example, I have yet to truly master. At the very least, I have figured the contraption to record what I may to this 'network'.
Aside and all, I cannot find the heart or resolute to complain--for here, I had not imagined
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Did you find the Alice you wanted?
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Are there many here? Right or wrong Alices, I'm certain they're delightful ones.
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There are quite a few, yes. One of them is even a boy! Oh, but I'm Alice too, so I always wonder if people might be looking for me when they ask about Alice. I certainly shouldn't wonder if people I know are looking for me by now.
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My, I hadn't thought there could and would be so many of you--I wonder if they're all Alices to their core--it would be quite unfortunate to meet an Alice who was really an Agnes.
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I can't imagine that someone could be an Alice, but really an Agnes. I wondered once if I might not be myself at all and might very well be someone else, like Agnes, but that was because I'd gone through a great many changes in one day. But, of course, that's quite nonsense, because she's she and I'm I.
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Well, you could certainly be yourself and not entirely yourself, for often some may lose part of who they are and take ages to find and replace that part that has been missing--a fullness and wholity!
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And I do not think I have a temper.
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Entirely bullying and hottish it is--why, I am reminded of--..of..
..Alice?
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I'm not quite sure you've told me yours, though.
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Tarrant. Tarrant Hightopp, your servant, of course.
A Hatter, by life and trade.
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What a remark, to say how I am mad...
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