cornblake

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`...You know very well you're not real.' `I am real!' said Alice, and began to cry. `You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying,' Tweedledee remarked: `there's nothing to cry about.' `If I wasn't real,' Alice said--half laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous--`I shouldn't be able to cry.' `I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?' Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.

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