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ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 25

19 Apr

I knew that Pine, a master of disguise, was somewhere in the gloom, but where?

Was he one of slushers, or the little old lady with the ratcoon on her lap?

Too late I realized there was something out of tune with the bandstand’s decor.

Not a second later I heard Conya shriek, having been slapped by a running bit of tropical foolage.

Pine was the palm.

He was leafing through the door with Conya’s key in his open frond.

I had rented some guards and they were a lot per suit but I knew they still wouldn’t catch him.

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A LOT PER SUIT

 

 

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