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1950 Cinderella TG TF It was an October Sunday in Manteo, North Carolina, and the town briefly sounded to the sound of church bells, as places normally sound to sounds when sounds are being made. The local church had just let out from the morning service, and as part of his journey home, Jimmy Hook (for it is he) walked along the sidewalk, focusing on what was going on around him. He usually made sure to make the most of Sunday, as Mondays were known as the days when strange things happened to him, but admittedly this was a state of affairs to which he was entirely used to by this point, it having been going on since 2016 by any degree. He s

Alice TG TF Saturday. The seventh day of the week. The day that, for so long, was the best day of the week for children. Or rather, children regarded it as the best day of the week. This was the case for a number of reasons. It might have been because school was out, and you could do as you saw fit (provided your parents approved, of course). You could meet with your mates and do some awesome things (and awesome sauce). You could avoid homework (if you were lucky: the sensible kids did it the day they got it, leaving the weekend open for whatever they wanted to do). Or, if you were up especially early, you could indulge in a tradition enjoye