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"I seem to be lost in your hedge maze," Lucius called out. “And I’m growing rather faint from the heat. Alexander, end this silliness; let’s go to the veranda for a rounds of draughts.”
The sun beat down on Lucius.
Suddenly, it dawned on him. Alexander wasn’t coming. And there was no way out of this fucking maze.
Date Written: September 10, 2003
Author: Will Disney
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