[ Sitting in the hall and in the way, it seemed, was in high fashion this summer on the good ship Elegante. Alice leans against the wall and slowly slides down until shes resting firmly on the ground and is in no danger what-so-ever of her legs buckling and giving way.
It takes her a moment to reply, and her brow is furrowed as if shes thinking very hard on something.
Finally, she speaks.]
...No. No, I would have to say I am most definitely not alright.
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It takes her a moment to reply, and her brow is furrowed as if shes thinking very hard on something.
Finally, she speaks.]
...No. No, I would have to say I am most definitely not alright.