“You’re going to be late.” A lady’s voice cuts through the forest. “And you know it’s never good to be late in Wonderland!” She sits on the forest ground, he chests raising and falling with her heavy breaths as she rests after her run. “To be late is worse than never arriving at all!” She huffs and climbs to her feet to dust off her skirt and her rabbit white hat. “So would you like to stay… Or… Shall we continue down the rabbit hole?”
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