
I watch with a face of stone as she jots down her autograph for me. With a quick nod of approval, I slip it back into my pocket. "I...would like that very much." The moment the Cheshire is out of sight, I dismiss myself for a break and walk behind a beautiful rose bush. The second I gain coverage, I let out a breath, face beat red and quickly pull out the notebook to look at the autograph. I gleam in excitement as I hug it to my chest. As if I could ever accuse The Cheshire Cat. How absurd! I slip the notebook back into my pocket before fixing myself and walked back into the court as if nothing had happened at all.
 
		 
		



 
		
 
		 
		 
		

 
		
 
		 
        	 
		 
		
 
    
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