Alice, tired from all the crying felt asleep rather fast, thumb in her mouth.
(Are you going to set ages for the babies? I mean like, would you treat us like infants, or toddlers? I-I am just wondering... vee))
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Is this not simpler? Is this not your natural stare? The bright lure of freedom diminishes your lifes joy in a mad scramble for power. For identity.
You were made to be ruled. At the end, you will always kneel.
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