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Not her

‘It’s definitely not her,’ the Mad Hatter said.
‘Completely, affirmatively, not her,’ the hare added.
‘I’m not who?’
The Mad Hatter glanced nervously around before leaning in and whispering:
‘You are not Alice.’
‘Who the fuck is Alice?!’ Death screamed and threw a teapot to the ground.

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