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She studied the table laden with mis-matched china, cakes and more teas than one person could imagine. After what seemed like an eternity, a voice at the head of the table spoke softly.
`Take what you want and want what you take, Alice.`
She looked curiously at the man who had spoken. The only person other than herself at the long table. She was surprised he had spoken, as she had been at the table a good five minutes and he had done no more than nod his head in greeting.
After a moments thought, she stood and walked over to his chair, standing beside him.
`I`m afraid, dear Mr. Hatter, that there is something I want at this very table. Sitting in this very spot.`
`Well then,` he said looking up at her and spreading his arms, `Dear Alice, take it.`