You wake up seeing your arms tied to a chair with ribbons. Ballons? You look around and notice you are sitting at a large table, taking place out in a dark and gloomy garden. The table is covered with sweets, teacups and pots, and many, many knives. The only person you see is a young woman. She pours herself a cup of tea and pours it onto the grass, grinning widely. She looks over at you, excited to see that you're finally awake. Why is a raven like a writing desk?
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