We're not in a fairytale story. This is not a movie. Scriptwriters don't write our fates. We do.
Lewis exasperated her, always talking about life before the Plague and how it would be if everything was different. He was a dreamer. __t would be nice, but it__ not gonna happen, Lewis. You shouldn__ spout off talk like that, giving false hope to people. It__ be better if they focused on surviving. It__ more important than some silly dream._ __ut Alice, dreams are how people get by in a place like this,_ Lewis countered. His freckles faded with his smile. __e gotta find somethin_ to hold onto, else we__l all go mad.
Alice: The Wanderland Chronicles
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Lewis exasperated her, always talking about life before the Plague and how it would be if everything was different. He was a dreamer. __t would be nice, but it__ not gonna happen, Lewis. You shouldn__ spout off talk like that, giving false hope to people. It__ be better if they focused on surviving. It__ more important than some silly dream._ __ut Alice, dreams are how people get by in a place like this,_ Lewis countered. His freckles faded with his smile. __e gotta find somethin_ to hold onto, else we__l all go mad.
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