1:30am April 28, 2013

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“You stole my brother,” said Tiffany, holding Wentworth tightly.
“You steal all sorts of things.” But her voice sounded tinny in her ears.

“He was wandering around lost,” said the Queen calmly. “I brought him home and comforted him.”

And what there was about the Queen’s voice was this: It said, in a friendly, understanding way, that she was right and you were wrong. And this wasn’t your fault exactly. It was probably the fault of your parents, or your food, or something so terrible you’ve completely forgotten about it. It wasn’t *your* fault, the Queen understood, because *you* were a nice person. It was just such a terrible thing that all those bad influences had made you make the wrong choices. If only you’d admit that, Tiffany, then the world would be a much happier place -

- this cold place guarded by monsters, in a world where nothing grows older, said her Second Thoughts. A world with the Queen in charge of everything. Don’t listen.

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