"Dr. Wicketshire, what an awful state i'm in! The day was brought forth glorius, the sky a girly pink so lovely and silent. How horrid a trick has been played upon me today, for this same sky, once huge, triumphant, now gets smaller and mean. Soon there will be no room left in the sky, as it wraps itself around me, drains me of all my precious
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