The Carrots Poop The Sparkles At Midnight On Mondays, Tuesdays, And Blue.
A gripping novel about donuts and intense intrique brought to you by the one, the only T.M. Hatter.
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[i:f5fc52763b]"We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."[/color:f5fc52763b][/i:f5fc52763b]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."[/color:f5fc52763b][/i:f5fc52763b]