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WEEK 3
All three deaths last were tragic in their own ways. Was trust so fragile in that castle that a simple misunderstanding could end in blood? It seemed to be the case. The trial proved that without a doubt. Surely no one else would make that mistake again. As another week begins the tea cup elevator has granted access to a new area. Maybe the new amusements of a festival will ease your wounded hearts?
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
[It's time for week three! We're almost half-way done with our trip in the castle. Don't forget to submit your memories here and your activity here. Even though, the Queen seems to be a little more steady on her feet you can find her and the other Alice at the audience hall. As always, don't forget to submit your comments for fabulous prizes.]
[It's time for week three! We're almost half-way done with our trip in the castle. Don't forget to submit your memories here and your activity here. Even though, the Queen seems to be a little more steady on her feet you can find her and the other Alice at the audience hall. As always, don't forget to submit your comments for fabulous prizes.]
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What kind of stuff do you like to eat?
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Actually, I'm not really picky, either. Sweet or savory food, sour or spicy... Ah, but if you asked me to pick my favorite, what I like most is food from one particular place. [ Her voice drops as she says so, shifting to a soft and girlish murmur. Her fingers lace together atop her skirt, fidgeting and twisting. ] Because... It reminds me of someone.
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[ She can't remember what he told her, the first time he ate her cooking. The reminder makes her brow furrow as her heart sinks in her chest again. ]
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[ She trails off, and tears start to well in her eyes. ]
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I'm... I'm so sorry... [He offered a hug again.]
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