Her trip in Wonderland had left afterwards a few consequences. She was free now from The Rolling Joint CoLtd. She had a new hole in her pocket. And, probably, some neurones less. Which was bad news because walking in the F. Land it is better to have lots.
Lucy was tired, really tired. The tomato juice had been successful, but a hangover is a hangover. She was all day lying on the sofa or lying in the hammock or wherever. Trying to think. Smoking. Trying again.
Next morning it was raining.
Exploring the F. Land has its prize.
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