Alice is now vying for attention.
There's shuffling of sheet music in the orchestra pit.
A harp is gently strummed.
Violins swell the angelic instrumentation.
Alice, that's a real mood-killer.
For, lo, he that formeth the mountains, and createth the wind, and declareth unto man what is his thought, that maketh the morning darkness, and treadeth upon the high places of the earth, The Lord, The God of hosts, is his name. ~Amos 4:13
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