Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

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Something was wrong. Something was itching, deep within Alice's brain. It was a record played in the wrong key, speed up a half-step too fast and skipping a note every second verse.

She wandered like a caged animal, wishing she could find the real melody, track the source of the discord, make the harsh notes resolve into harmony before they drove her mad.

Silly Alice. She was already mad; the degree only changed day to day.