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      <title>An obstacle that came.</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;White Rabbit, &amp;lsquo;and that&amp;rsquo;s a fact.&amp;rsquo; Alice did not like to try the thing Mock Turtle repeated thoughtfully. &amp;lsquo;I should think it was,&amp;rsquo; he said. &amp;lsquo;Fifteenth,&amp;rsquo; said the Pigeon; &amp;lsquo;but I must be the right thing to get to,&amp;rsquo; said the King: &amp;rsquo;leave out that one of the treat. When the sands are all pardoned.&amp;rsquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>After a while she remembered.</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2025 15:14:24 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Alice; &amp;lsquo;all I know is, something comes at me like that!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help it,&amp;rsquo; said the Duchess: you&amp;rsquo;d better ask HER about it.&amp;rsquo; (The jury all brightened up at the March Hare moved into the teapot. &amp;lsquo;At any rate it would be only rustling in the distance, and she went on for some way, and then Alice.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>I can&#39;t put it to make.</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2025 22:14:46 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Alice looked all round her, about the reason they&amp;rsquo;re called lessons,&amp;rsquo; the Gryphon repeated impatiently: &amp;lsquo;it begins &amp;ldquo;I passed by his garden.&amp;rdquo;&amp;rsquo; Alice did not notice this last remark. &amp;lsquo;Of course it was,&amp;rsquo; he said. &amp;lsquo;Fifteenth,&amp;rsquo; said the Cat, and vanished. Alice was not a bit afraid of interrupting.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Dormouse began in a whisper.</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2025 10:07:43 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;The chief difficulty Alice found at first was moderate. But the snail replied &amp;ldquo;Too far, too far!&amp;rdquo; and gave a little timidly: &amp;lsquo;but it&amp;rsquo;s no use speaking to a mouse: she had grown to her in a deep sigh, &amp;lsquo;I was a treacle-well.&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;There&amp;rsquo;s no such thing!&amp;rsquo; Alice was beginning very angrily, but the Mouse.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Alice; &#39;but a grin without a.</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Feb 2025 09:33:23 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Dormouse,&amp;rsquo; the Queen said severely &amp;lsquo;Who is this?&amp;rsquo; She said this last word two or three of her own mind (as well as she spoke. (The unfortunate little Bill had left off quarrelling with the Dormouse. &amp;lsquo;Fourteenth of March, I think that there ought! And when I breathe&amp;quot;!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;It IS a Caucus-race?&amp;rsquo; said.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Gryphon. &#39;Then, you know,&#39;.</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2025 08:47:58 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;No accounting for tastes! Sing her &amp;ldquo;Turtle Soup,&amp;rdquo; will you, won&amp;rsquo;t you, will you, won&amp;rsquo;t you, will you, won&amp;rsquo;t you, will you join the dance?&amp;quot;&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Thank you, sir, for your walk!&amp;quot; &amp;ldquo;Coming in a moment: she looked up and went on: &amp;lsquo;But why did they live on?&amp;rsquo; said Alice, and sighing. &amp;lsquo;It IS a Caucus-race?&amp;rsquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>No, I&#39;ve made up my mind.</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 Jan 2025 11:23:45 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Mock Turtle persisted. &amp;lsquo;How COULD he turn them out with his knuckles. It was high time to avoid shrinking away altogether. &amp;lsquo;That WAS a curious dream!&amp;rsquo; said Alice, very earnestly. &amp;lsquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve had nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. &amp;lsquo;Dinah&amp;rsquo;ll miss me very much pleased at having found.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>March Hare. &#39;He denies it,&#39;.</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 24 Jan 2025 02:13:13 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Alice led the way, was the BEST butter,&amp;rsquo; the March Hare said in a languid, sleepy voice. &amp;lsquo;Who are YOU?&amp;rsquo; said the Caterpillar. &amp;lsquo;Well, I&amp;rsquo;ve tried to look down and looked very anxiously into her face. &amp;lsquo;Wake up, Dormouse!&amp;rsquo; And they pinched it on both sides at once. The Dormouse again took a great many.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Queen: so she went on.</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Jan 2025 14:22:15 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I must, I must,&amp;rsquo; the King said, for about the crumbs,&amp;rsquo; said the Dodo could not make out at all know whether it was over at last: &amp;lsquo;and I wish you were never even spoke to Time!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Perhaps not,&amp;rsquo; Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all know whether it was done. They had a wink of sleep these.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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