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OWN SHE SOMERSAULTED, PAST the pocket watches and sundials and the dusty books and their shelves.
Falling with her was a large looking glass, she reaches toward it, looking
through it and seeing her screen.
Alice twisted toward the looking glass, contorting her body, pushing her way through the large glass. Before she can even tell what’s up or down, what’s left or right, she plops into a lake.
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