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"Feels like winter is already creeping in, the foliage is getting thinner, and I don't even know when will the warm days be over. But as of now, the sun is still warming my butt and you're warming my heart, little one. Care for some tea?"
Even during her fall, Scribbles kept writing. The diary was the only lifeline that could possibly lead her back from the depths of the rabbit hole, where, as she knew, the Grinning Cat was waiting for her.