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The journey to the land filled with misery was long and tiring. The road stretched endlessly before us, and the weariness in my bones was becoming unbearable. I found myself sitting alone in the back seat of the car while Mr. Mario, a stern-looking man with an air of mystery about him, drove with determination.

As the hours passed, my eyes grew heavy, and I could feel the embrace of sleep slowly enveloping me. Unbeknownst to me, time slipped away, and my consciousness faded into the realm of dreams.

"Lass! Lass!" I heard Mr. Mario's urgent voice calling out to me. I stirred, my eyelids fluttering open, only to find his face inches away from mine, wearing an unsettling smirk.

Startled and disoriented, I quickly pulled back. "What in the world! Get your ugly face out of my sight," I yelled, thoroughly disgusted by his audacity.

Mr. Mario seemed unfazed by my outburst. "Girl, you lack manners, but worry no more because in here, they'll instill good manners in you," he retorted, a hint of
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