When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I grow up, I’ll write one – but I’m grown up now,” she added in a sorrowful tone: “at least there’s no room to grow up any more here.

-Lewis Carroll

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