Dear Lovelies,
Apologies for the silence.
Alice is writing her fingerprints off on another project and fantasizes about writing her blog at night when she gets falls into bed.
I'll be back Captain, I'll be back!
"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.
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