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England’s society is in Chapter 1. After falling into the rabbit hole, Alice finds herself lost in a corridor with many locked doors. The doors being locked represents Alice being controlled by society. The reader can see Alice’s struggle to break away from this control when, finding a key, she searches right away for the door that it fits in. She finds that it fits a very small door and when she unlocks it, Alice first sees “the garden.” She believes it to be the “loveliest garden you ever saw” and “longed
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LuHan, holding a box of chocolates, anxiously, with trembling hands, knocked the door of apartment number 12. “Baozi, it's LuHan.” He waited, as the door flung open and a petite man came out, with an amiable smile. “Hello, did you came to see MinSeok?” LuHan's chest crushed a little at the image of a man,ordinarily coming out of his apartment with a bowl of ramen in his hand. Looks like he knows this place, like he stayed the night. “Oh, no, it's nothing, sorry, wrong room I guess.” He bowed